Tis true. Home is where the heart is.

My home is my temple.
Nothing matters outside the walls of my home.
It's full of junk food, it smells nice (most days), I have some ugly wallpaper and there is dust in places that don't even matter.
I love coming home at the end of the day.
I love it here.












I was never cut out for the city.
I am and forever will be .. a bumpkin.