Some days I start to think about moving out of our apartment; our cluttered place, and our lack of yard for Aquaman to run around in. I think about Gracie, how her littler box drives me crazy and how I wake Eric up when I shower and dress in the morning because our apartment is cozy. I think wouldn’t a house with a back yard and a white picket fence out front be sublime? Wouldn’t it be fun to have my own scrapbooking room?
Then I look around our place; I think about all the memories that have been shared in our apartment. It’s where Eric proposed, it’s where I brought Aquaman home to when he was a puppy, it’s where I can call home, and it’s my refuge at the end of a long day.
We may not have a lot of space, but we really just need to throw out junk. I may not have a whole room to scrapbook in, but I do have a little desk that feels just right. The litter box would only be ignored if it weren’t right under our noses… and we have a beautiful back yard… it’s just not accessible out our backdoor.
I came across a few of these shots last night while I was printing pictures in order to bond with my scrapbooking desk this weekend. They made me smile, they made me feel warm and fuzzy inside and they grace my desktop at work today because I love home, my home. I love our back yard, and all of the beautiful things in the alley leading to the park, It may look like a normal alley to you, but to me… it’s home.
Then I look around our place; I think about all the memories that have been shared in our apartment. It’s where Eric proposed, it’s where I brought Aquaman home to when he was a puppy, it’s where I can call home, and it’s my refuge at the end of a long day.
We may not have a lot of space, but we really just need to throw out junk. I may not have a whole room to scrapbook in, but I do have a little desk that feels just right. The litter box would only be ignored if it weren’t right under our noses… and we have a beautiful back yard… it’s just not accessible out our backdoor.
I came across a few of these shots last night while I was printing pictures in order to bond with my scrapbooking desk this weekend. They made me smile, they made me feel warm and fuzzy inside and they grace my desktop at work today because I love home, my home. I love our back yard, and all of the beautiful things in the alley leading to the park, It may look like a normal alley to you, but to me… it’s home.
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