When you live your life in one spot for many years, and then you suddenly move, it’s hard to think of your new place as ‘home’. I subscribe to the theory that it’s not where you are, but who is with you that makes it feel like home. I have been trying to cozy up my house to make it feel like my home… where I can come home from work, kick off my shoes, and relax with my cats. As long as we are comfy and happy then we are home. What do you think? Do you think that Bob feels at home?

I can’t sit down without having Bob-the-Amazing-Velcro-Kitty on my lap. As I sit and type this I have to sit all askew because Bob is on my lap and therefore the laptop gets pushed off to the side. *sigh* Silly cat!

My home felt extra cozy this weekend. Jay came over and brought some of his airplane stuff to work on. I wish that I had taken pictures of him working on it, all spread out. My parents had an old coffee table that was beat up and they didn’t want, so I brought it over here and told Jay that he could use it as a work bench. It worked out nicely for him. I store it over by the front door (which I don’t use) when he’s not here. He has already left this afternoon so that he could go home and get ready for work, and my house feels empty. 😦 Perhaps I’m spoiling him by letting him spread all of his stuff out all over to work on, but it feels like home to me.

Growing up our house was never pristine. It was always well-lived in and comfortable. You weren’t on edge that you might mess something up. You weren’t worried if you accidentally spilled something. That stuff can be cleaned up. Even though it’s just me and my cats at my house, I follow the same philosophy. My house doesn’t have to be pristine. It has to be clean enough to be comfortable (no visible hair balls, dusting done biweekly and vacuuming done weekly), but I’m not going to kill myself trying to keep everything perfect. That’s not who I am and it’s impossible to do that with cats anyway. lol

The moral of my story? I guess that I don’t really have one. I just felt like rambling. Also, I was testing out my ability to post pictures. I could post one, but not any of the others I tried. *sigh*

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