I used to move a lot. When I was a young adult I moved so much that my mom had to start a new page in her address book. She thought there was something wrong with me.
At any rate, during all those moves, I sort of redefined the notion of house or home to mean 'wherever I was at the time.' It seemed much easier that way and I didn't get overly connected with the idea of a dwelling. It was, after all, simply bricks and building supplies.
It took awhile, but I finally settled down and have been in the same place for over 10 years now. I have also gained a great affection for my home.
And.....although I love my house.....it's my studio that I really want to talk about.
Here is the front door to the building.
Maybe hanging around with these peeps IS rubbing off on me.....
PS, I am doing a give away over on my blog, HERE. You can enter your name to win a painting I made, a painting of houses, an unusual topic for me! But I did it when taking a class from Leighanna Light. I love this little painting and hope it will find a good home with the perfect person.
|A House is Not a Home without its People by Mary Beth Shaw|