I'm sure I've written at least one other post similar to this before. Talking about all the things I wish I could have. The things that I, someday, want to do to make my home feel, well, homey. I didn't dream of my wedding day, I dreamt of my home. The ivory, distressed cabinets, wood floors, and color schemes. The dishes and silverware, throws for the couch, paint colors, and even how I would store my food. I've always loved being able to see pastas and rices, beans or spices. Long before it was cool.
I'm on that kick again. I'm a sucker for Southern Living or Better Homes and Garden. I love Elle Decor, Veranda, and House Beautiful; and don't get me started on the Pottery Barn, Williams-Sonoma, Restoration Hardware, or Ballard Designs catalogues. Those are just to taunt me.
What are you supposed to do though? When you live 8 months a year in a country far, far away from the one you call home. When the other 4 months a year are spent packing and unpacking so that you can make sure you've visited both of your friends and family.
October always makes me think I should be in a place where seasons really do occur, every year. I miss the pumpkins, the caramel apples, leaves changing colors, even the haunted houses and hayrides, and college football. Man, it's been a long time since I've watched a game.
I want to decorate my house in Fall colors. Decorate my house in general. I bring a few items over with me each year to make it feel a bit more like home. But a few pictures in frames, dish towels with an "M", and bath towels hardly cure my longing for a proper home.
So instead I search tirelessly through internet sites for ideas I can one day make my own. I feel like Sundays should be a day where you indulge in something you love. I would truly love to spend today putting these little touches into our apartment here. But I just can't. No point in spending the money on something you may never see again, right? I guess I'm supposed to say "Right" here.
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