My home is a type of autobiography.

I am imperfect.

My faucet leaks;

My fridge door handle is broken;

My stove drawer is faulty;

My dishwasher is broken;

My garburator never worked;

My closets doors need replacing;

My carpets are dirty

My venetian blinds bent

My walls in need of a fresh coat

My tiles are cracked

And I’m on a busy street…

But to my family I am perfect

Full of love and warmth,

hot baths,

tears,

laughter,

growth,

pets.

I facilitate creativity in my imperfect ways

I am a library

an art studio

a recording studio

an office

a restaurant

a refuge

a place to die

a place to live

a home.

 

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