No Place Like Home…..

I’ve started work on the large “Freedom Tower”, but so far, don’t really have enough to show a work in progress.

So here’s something I did a little earlier.  It’s one of the Paradise series.  It’s an interior, for I know some for some people, paradise is their own home.  That is, especially if it is beautiful.  I would have copied one of the photos of the Plaza Condos, but that would be a copyright issue.

I never really had a beautiful home.  My childhood home was a fixer-upper my parents bought while their income was generous.  Then my father lost his biggest client, and my parents’ financial situation tumbled.  The fixer-upper never got fixed up, and with no money to repair the house as other things fell apart.  It fell into terrible disrepair.

I probably should have been grateful just to have a roof over my head, but I was ashamed of the house.  As I grew older, I saw other houses in equal disrepair, but in those days, I felt very alone.  I was not allowed to invite friends over.   I felt embarrassed whenever anyone came to the door.

As I became older, and had my own places, I care less.  I still don’t live in a Plaza Suite.  My house is cluttered with art supplies and electronics belonging to my partner, but it’s home.  And I’m not embarrassed anymore.livingroom72002

I don’t have a title for this yet.  It has kind of a children’s book feel to it, I think because I made it up almost entirely.

2 responses to “No Place Like Home…..”

  1. Home is such a personal thing to everybody. Thank you for sharing this! And I’ve heard great things about your place now. You must give me apartment advice in the future!

    1. Yes, very happy where I live, now. Let me know when you are looking for a place…I can even help you move!

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