7.19.18 | home

I cannot wait to create a home filled with warmth and love and care and safety.
I want my hearth to be welcoming.
No ears pressed to close doors,
no whispers creeping up through the floorboards;
no tension easily cut with an expensive butter knife,
no desire to leave and never come back,
and no dread for once you finally do.
I long for the days where the sun is shining
and home finally feels less like
its dictionary definition,
and more like the bliss that I dream of.
I want it to feel exactly as it is supposed to;
I want it to be everything I never had.
The clicking of a dog's nails on hardwood floors,
the clink of coffee being stirred,
the clack of her high heels,
and finally the pitter-patter of children who will grow up
unafraid.