Home is not always a place.
Frequently, it is a person.
Knock, knock:
Are you home?
Home is not always a place.
Frequently, it is a person.
Knock, knock:
Are you home?
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Sigh, OJ! I often wonder about the warm, tingly feeling that speaking with dear friends, leaves me with. Now I know, that is cos they are *home*.
This is so true. Most times home is where your heart (and people residing in your heart) is!
😀
So true ! 🙂
The Monday Muse amuses
And once again OJ seduces
With a truism treat
And homily so sweet
Profound truths, to one-liners, she effortlessly reduces!
beautiful open the door I’m home only..knock knock..fun post::)..wherez ma choco now?!
Cheers
Vishal
Indeed. Home is a person — her talking walls and slamming doors, the endless collecting of filth within, the emotional leaky faucets, the comfort of a pillowy head, the constant need for TLC.
R: 🙂 *hug*
DFSK: Yup!
alice & girlinjammies: Thanks for those beatific smiles. 🙂
Aunty G: You make me seem so efficient, we could be talking about somebody entirely else!
vishalbheeroo: Here you go. One small KitKat.
Null Pointers: Okay, this collecting filth business makes me uncomfortable. Love, Your Clean-home Advocate.
and that’s why dirty laundry and sexual fantasies get swept behind the ol’ closet.
What of those relationships that are like bathroom sinks that are constantly choking up, and when one gets done dealing with them one feels totally *ahem* drained out? Or kitchen-sink relationships that are constantly piling up with noisy empty vessels?
But I suppose your post was not about personification of homes but of people that feel like home…the where-the-heart-is sort of home. Or was it — home is a person is a home? (gaaah! must stop having Coco Puffs after midnight).
For some it stares them in the face as they go searching for it. For some it is a dream.
Null Pointer: Girl, end the Afternoon Nap and *write*. You clearly have much to say and I can’t wait to hear it. 🙂
subhorup: Well said, Subhorup!
Knock knock. Are you home?
alice: Haha, good question. 😆 I’ve been gadding about far too much.