home is a choice.
It's the manifestation of many choices made over a period of time. It's where we are purposely surrounded by our true selves, our creations, and inclinations. For all intents and purposes it's where it looks like us, feels like us, and smells like us.
It's funny that I mentioned the smell back then because my current place smells absolutely awful!
|my soon-to-be new studio. adjacent to the living room|
Anyway, this is a new beginning for me. Although it is marked and marred simultaneously by unhappy endings, and strange uncertainty all around, it is a chance for real change. Happiness is a choice. I've lost, and let go of, so many things in my life.
With that said, I appreciate that it's a luxury to even have a place to live and work. I guess I am having a sudden burst of optimism and gratitude, because I'm starting to feel the real freedom of starting over.
Maybe the ultimate result of all ambition is to not give a damn anymore. Because when there's nothing left to lose, you're free. Free to make your own choices, without one bit of compromise.
|Look! a proper bookshelf for the first time in four years|
not as good as Bob Dylan's original but still good. this song is just stuck in my head is all