I’m stirring milk into my lovely cup of tea.
I love when the definitive line between white and dark is blurred and they seemingly run into each other, the way all good things should.
Quite beautiful really, the way some things just mesh perfectly together.
Like soulmates who’ve finally found one another.


                                       Home vs House                                                                                 
                                                                                                                                                                          “A home is where a person is comfortable being.”
A house is a building in which something is sheltered or located.”
                                                                                                                                                                     What makes a home, homey? Perhaps there are many attributes: the company kept there, the décor, location… esentially I think personal contentment dipicts the feeling of comfort that a true home contains.
                                                                                                                                                                Despite living on my own since 18, I have yet to feel at home in my own space. There seems to be a substantial difference between a house and a home. Maybe we have to construct a home in the same manner we would a house. We’d start with the foundation (self-discovery), walls (relationships) and roof (career). The asthetics are added as we progress.
                                                                                                                                                                   “Home is where the heart is.”
                                                                                                                                                                        I’ll know I’m home when I wake with Shakesphere on my lips.