A Home by any other name would smell as sweet…

What is Home?  a Place…. a Person… a Memory?
To each is the answer, their own answer, an ever changing
or Never changing  entity to pin your heart on.

I have found a Home… it perhaps is not a forever thing,
and then again, we never know, do we….
I do have other Homes in my heart, and now,
One special person
lives there forever …
He has become a home for me to go to.
So….One lives inside me, and for now, the other One,
the  One that I shall live IN…  has arrived.

The European/Mediterranean style white wash, with arches
and red terra tiles stands secluded on a wooded hillside, with
decks and walks, entry elegance and winding staircase.
Space……….. windows……. and quiet freedom.

Nestled above the fogline, the summers will bring a welcome
warm, and windows filled with ocean and sky.
Places to work, and lots of time alone.  Alone!
The gentleman owner lives there sporatically, most of the
time traveling and working.  When he’s there, I have a large
private room and work spaces to myself.

Yes…….. after long looks, months of askings and
nights filled with worry and wonderings.
I move next weekend.
I am sooooooooooooo happy.

Thank you All for your help and so many good wishes.
I would imagine that pictures are to follow!

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