I never found it for myself, and I suspect I never will. A home, that is. A space that reflects who I want to be. Is that a home? Probably not. I see the cheapness, the cut corners and the old dirt that I cannot dispel. But there is space, and light, and for the time being it is ours. I think of other peoples’ homes (and lives) and they seem nearer perfect. Though I know that this is never the case. I have made other choices. I have been freer than most. Free to create. And I am loved. So loved. It is enough. Just somtimes, the notion of beauty sings her siren song……
