
i am a huge fan of homes and dwellings of all kinds. i love to be at home, but i also love to explore the homes of others. it seems almost impossible to really get a sense of who a person is without having seen their home. though obviously, one’s life cannot be judged on the relative merits of their home alone. it just helps flesh out the story of their being, visually sifting through their personal affects and the way they’re all arranged.
anyway, you probably already know about the selby, as it’s made the blogorounds, at least one lap. i really enjoyed the most recent photo essay on the home of ingrid sophie schram (the first!). her space is very cluttered in a good, lived-in home sort of way. it seems protective and she appears very comfortable in it. i think that maybe the best homes can do that for a person. i like the idea of being so at home at home that when you leave, it’s still sort of with you. to the point where really, you’re at home anywhere.
it’s much more complicated than that, the idea of being at home anywhere. i’m working on it, though. i think it has a lot to do with being very open and accepting. i’m working on that too. but somehow it seems as though working out the comforts of your surroundings also helps to sort of organize your thoughts and feelings too. or at least, it gives you a solid substrate off which to build.
this morning while we ate our bowls of oatmeal and chocolate cookies and drank our coffee at the red table in the kitchen, a little grey brown mouse darted out from under the stove, straight at our feet. i like mice, in theory. in practice, sometimes they make me scream shamefully. but a mouse is someone who enjoys a toasty home and i can appreciate that. but he’ll have to find a new one (or go back downstairs) because my home isn’t comfortably settled enough yet to allow such unpredictable visitors.