I deserve a nice home!
I deserve a clean home!
I deserve a cozy home!
I deserve a home that feels like home!
I grew up in a house that wasn't any of those things. I suspected but didn't quite know that wallpaper isn't supposed to be sticky and toilets aren't supposed to be stained.
Is it surprising I've always been a slob? Most of the time, I haven't cared about my surroundings. Or is it more fair to say that I haven't cared enough to do something to improve my slovenly nature?
I take that back: I've read a lot of books on how to cure myself of this terrible, terrible affliction. But the books never so much as dust themselves.
The truth? I am a much better homemaker than I used to be. My house is mostly not a disgrace; I even have some routines to keep things under control.
Yet after all these years of strife, it's finally dawning on me that I'm not really concerned about cleanliness. Sure, I like a clean sink and don't want to see dust bunnies roll like tumbleweeds across the living room floor. More than anything, I just want to be somewhere comforting.
No matter how far we go, we return to our childhood homes. Yikes. But I am a grownup now, ready to give myself the welcoming home I've always deserved -- no matter how foreign or scary that may be.
No matter how far we go, we return to our childhood homes. Yikes. But I am a grownup now, ready to give myself the welcoming home I've always deserved -- no matter how foreign or scary that may be.
My goal for June is to transform my home into a Bed & Breakfast. Not in a flowery, sickening potpourri-y way. But in an "ooh, this is so cozy, don't I just looove to be here" way.
Maybe it's time to stop complaining and just be the person I've always wanted to be.
