Contrariwise

A horse is a horse, of course of course

But a house isn’t necessarily a home the second you cross the threshold. Let me explain:

I love my home. Loved it the second I laid eyes on it. Sure it looked like a blind circus clown chose the paint colors (ok, still does… getting to fixing that), and there’s those little remnants from every era that just… stuck their nails in and refused to die. But none of that matters. Not when the little things that scream out “I’m a home goddamnit!” start filling up the nooks and crannies and empty spaces where previously there were none. 

Today was the first day it really started looking like a home.

Tomorrow is going to be a big day.

For one thing, my mom is in town, a treat I cannot even begin to express to you. For another, my home is suddenly and incredibly full of amazing, breathtaking furniture and knick knacks, making it the first time since moving in that it actually looks like someone lives here. And last but not least, my beautiful, lovely, suddenly warm home will soon be full of friends. Friends coming over solely to meet the mom I love so much. The one who so lovingly and expertly helped me unpack and fill my home in a matter of hours, as only mothers can.

So tomorrow is a big day, to be sure. For me, for my house, for my friends and my mom. There’ll be good food and loud laughter and merriment galore. 

And something tells me that with all that going on no one is going to sit back, belly full and stare at my walls now covered in family photos and go, “Huh… this would’ve been such a great night if only the walls weren’t so ugly…”

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