House Interior

The interior of my home has purposefully been created to change and grow as I do. Nothing is permanent as my needs seem to morph as I enter into different life scenarios more often than most. I've used my home as storage, uhaul, home for two, home for me, craft station,etc… I have no running water or electricity, but that is how I like it and it works well for me. The sofa on the right folds out to be my bed and the milk crates(which are used as storage) go under as supports. My zeer pot fridge works wonderfully. I have a bucket composting toilet(I only use it when I am staying in a place that I can properly compost), water storage, and alcohol cook stove. I'm mostly proud of my free cork floors as I struggled to understand how to properly install them, but I did it! Nothing is perfect, but neither am I. As I learn more I will improve my home and look back at all my mistakes and see how far I have come. 

        

When I travel abroad I don't find myself missing what I own, but rather what I have come to call home. The reality is that one small house on two tires does not come to my mind. My past and all the memories, the flashes and voices, I hear like those people are whispering into my ear. When you have more time in life to focus on tasks other than dusting, painting,sweeping, and mopping it's easier to remember home as the communities you were in. The scenery and the sky. The moments that passed by that morphed into fond memories that are now held tightly to enliven your senses and feelings once again. Home is no longer one place. It is the whispers that I hear from the past, the dreams that I have for the future, and the ground that is currently under my feet.

If you want to know more, I can show you the door.

 A flaming red-pink.

 It was hinged to an opening that led to a girls washroom sink. 

How many germs on the surface… I hate to think. 

Too many slimy wet hands did not bother to wash at the sink.

Its cracked crinkled surface turned into much more.

Its history is what I seem to adore.

This is my home.

It allows me to roam.

I am 24 and I live next door to the poor.

Can't open the refrigerator door without five Women asking for more. 

My home is parked on a 4' by 6' pad. 

I drive until my spirit is glad.

As soon as the need to travel exceeds me. 

I find my willow to weep underneath me.

Books over looks. 

Smile over denial. 

Sore feet over defeat.

Break bread with more than one head.

No shame. No blame. No drama. No trauma.

Feel free to clear your head.