Home.

Today while eating my lunch I had a random thought. About home.


A home is where I can:

• Eat out of a container (not a plate, bowl, etc)
• Lay on the kitchen floor
• Sing and dance around the kitchen while baking cookies
• Go to the bathroom without feeling majorly awkward
• Fall asleep on the couch
• Randomly take pictures of everything
• Do weird things while attempting to get rid of a runny nose (walking really fast while plugging my nose until I need air, then sitting and doing short breaths and repeating)
• Practice/play the piano
• Eat in a not so lady like manner
• Curl up in the middle of the hall because of a cramp
• Yell when I stub my toe

...with out feeling judged. The other people in the area may not be judging, but that doesn't always mean you don't feel judged. You know?

I hope to get that way soon in my apartment. I'm trying. My roommates are great! :)