So for those of you followers wondering why the last month was nostalgic, it was because I had gone back to the city where I grew up. Where my home is. Where my parents live. Where every block holds memories.  The lesson learned i s home changes. I don’t feel at home there anymore. My social circle is here. Other than one of my oldest friends, I did not get to see or visit my childhood friends. It wasn’t for lack of trying, it was time and life.

Not everyone is in the mood to go back and be nostalgic. They have new lives and new issues, they just want to see you on Facebook now and then. Ever notice no one post the pics from their everyday life, but only events they want to brag about. I don’t get to see posts about how my work sucks. Here I am having a crappy lunch during my short lunch break. Here is the traffic jam I am stuck in. Look these are the two garbage bins I have to take out.  Here is my lawn I have to mow.

Back to what home is? A home is where you walk in and you are comfortable to be yourself. A home is never pristine and organized.  A home is where your favorite couch to crash on is. Home is where laundry done is piled on top of couches and such. A home is everything being where its suppose to be. A home is where the pantry has your favorite snacks and cupboards hide your stash of chocolates. A home has to look lived in, otherwise it’s not full of love and happiness.  I know the clean freaks are shaking their heads, but I am not saying its filthy, but the favorite blanket is on the couch, a book is on the floor maybe, someone left their drink on the table, coffee table is full of junk mail, cats have their shit on the floor…….home. The brown in me is  lucky I was brought up in a home. Our house was always full of people and the hang out place. It was the not biggest, nor the fanciest but it’s where people felt comfortable and my parents where always feeding us and such.  Now I am still lucky, because i am living in a home.  My house is where my kids friends come to hang out. Late at night after drinking, the burgers are brought to my house to eat. There is always home made hot sauce and bourbon shots available. It’s where my friends gather, because its a home.

 My desk, my living room.

Source: ItsTheBrownInMe