| There are these houses we enter with picture perfect placement of trendy furniture and spare but carefully selected items that echo the muted palette and the space feels more like a movie set with a false back wall that leads to a parking lot and not the rest of a real home. Conversations tight and timed like scripted moments of insta ready scenes and photo ops for the digital scrap book so it looks like easy flow but it’s really a regimented schedule of check list items meeting standardized expectations of life on Earth. And then there are these homes that start somewhere down the road in a community that reaches in all directions with neighbors who know their names and as we enter the dwelling we’re met with a colorful cacophony of motion and stillness and smells of plants and herbs and flowers, pets and perfume and leaves whirling outside the screen door that’s been left ajar to enjoy this rare fall warmth before the snows. And all around the space is proof of life with art by the person who also picked that sofa draped in soft blankets and squishy pillows that cocoon us. And if you reach just a little there will be a cozy cup of tea at your hand and a plate of cookies baked this morning just for you because they hoped you would stop by to nest a moment and share a piece of this wild day as it unfolds before you. |
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