Niche

Sometimes it takes a little time, but sooner or later you find your personal niche in terms of how you decorate the space around you to basically reflect you. Some individuals stick to a specific color scheme their entire life; switching and swapping out green and orange colored rugs as time goes by to match those drapes their grandmother made in the 70s that they could never ever get rid of. Some spaces are filled with trinkets and music boxes collected from family members over the years and they are so used to the décor of miniature items that a collection of randoms soon turns into a hobby of sorts; with time their space becomes exhausted with so many mini glass, brass, and porcelain loves that it’s dangerous to go near their walls if you're having an off day.

The people we have met so far have introduced us to so many small homes with so much personality without having to really layout or say a lot. I feel that’s almost a large difference between having a large house compared to a small home on an average blue-collar wage. If you have a large house on that sort of wage, it’s harder to reflect your personality, unless you're a very dry person (sorry we can't be friends then ha-ha), throughout the entire home. And I don't know about some of you guys, but with my past work I was involved with, I was inside a lot of huge money filled houses; and you know what I found in not all, but the majority? A lot of blandness.

Makes me think they're thinking: “Oh my, I have a lot of money so my extra big house has to look like everyone else’s bland house. Let’s kick the fact that I have a right to having a personality that is my own and be like everyone else.”

Many of you that personally know me, know that I grimace at the thought of being like the majority of my generation. Some aspects I alas cannot run away from, but I’d say I do a good enough job. I mean come on, we live in an RV, ha-ha.

ALSO! To add to the ‘news’: Mike started his job on Monday! Woot woot! And not the one with the company that was teetering him around, instead he’s in a less stress area working with computer components; so he’s basically in his happy place. I'm so proud and happy for him! I'm behind you 100% hunny! Along with the new job we also found a new living space closer to his work. It took a little longer than we wanted to be approved, but after two work days of Monster and I waiting for him to be done with work in a truck stop McDonalds parking lot, we are much happier to wait for him in our little spot beside the small forest where we now call home on the third day. Stores are much closer if we need anything; so instead of riding a bike close to 15 miles every time we needed our whatnots, it’s a short 5-minute walk from here. Did I mention rent’s cheaper and they have a pool? Yes mam…

I also hate to say it, but we kind of took off in a hurry from where we were living to get moved on to our new place before anyone was home from work or wherever they were at the other park. I was able to say goodbye to one neighbor, that took one of my painted shells to remember me ha-ha, but she was it.  I personally feel really bad it was rushed, but I think I'll send a card to each person thanking him or her for all the help and friendship they gave us. And if any of you are reading this now: I sincerely thank you with all my heart, and apologize for the abrupt leave!

Now for me to find a source of income somewhere near by. I'm thinking I'll walk down to the shops around the corner and see if any of them are hiring.

And here is an early morning poem to kind of describe our home in which was the main starting point of this blog:

Throw pillows, lace, fake wallflowers and candles,

And over here in the little white box painted with shells is where I put my sandals.

Over the door is where I leave my bad thoughts and dreams,

And throughout the living space is filled with lace covered tropical schemes.

The oranges, grapefruit, and potatoes hang over the drivers seat,

And with monster running around in here, the floor never keeps neat.

There’s dog hair in the corners, there’s hair where we lay,

And there’s still hair in my food, no matter how many hours that vacuum is alive in a day.

The sun rises at about half past six, the Monster and I watch it bloom over the land,

And we say goodbye to my love as he rides away to work for the man.

The bathroom counter is too small to make a common me mess,

And so the counters stay clean, but the cupboards I cannot promise no less.

The shower is smaller, and from time to time usually cold,

And as we wake up in the morning, we down a cup of hot coffee to increase our ness of bold.

The kitchen is at times cramped, but quaint, yet again trivial,

And everything is within a small reach, except for the poor dishes unseen and yet to be done laying in burial.

Which in truth, the messes take a short time to be cleaned,

And as well as it takes less the time for a mess to be deemed.

The carpets of outside lay in black, blue, white, brown and Welcome,

And we have to hide them all when the rain comes, which is thankfully seldom.

The back room now holds the title of the den of the man,

And here the video games are played whenever they can.

Over the head of the gamer are cupboards of linen and books,

And when it gets too late for bang, click, and yip, the gamer gets some trifling looks.

The bed where we lay when night has come, is surrounded with colorful curtains,

And the height even is too short for our Monster, but we still love it for certain.

This ‘pad’ where we stay is petite for sure, but it’s easy to make it say us, we, he and she,

And now that I have found this way to express, there’s really no other place I'd want to be.