That's the thing, innit.
If it's a place that is your own (even if you are just renting it, like I am), then it makes life so much more comfy. And there was a farmers market outside today. Duck eggs FTW! :)
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Sun 6 Dec 2009, 19:10, 2 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

I'm renting but it definitely feels like home
Some places do and some places don't.
You know it when you find it dontcha.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Sun 6 Dec 2009, 19:20, Reply)

This is why I tell my colleagues who tell me I "need to move" as my place has "bad memories"
to get to fuck. My flat is fucking awesome.
( Maladicta, Sun 6 Dec 2009, 19:22, Reply)

I think a load of soldiers must've died here
because the family allowed it to be used as a nursing home for injured soldiers during the First World War.
I couldn't give a shit because it has a lovely vibe, maaaan.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Sun 6 Dec 2009, 19:24, Reply)

Like, totally meditating right now!

( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Sun 6 Dec 2009, 19:26, Reply)

I'm channelling peace and luv
like my uncle Ringo
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Sun 6 Dec 2009, 19:28, Reply)

That would give me Teh Fear, I think.
My colleagues are the horrible, chick-flick-watching type who don't believe you can be friends with former boyfriends and insist I cut all ties with him and my past by moving. And try to set me up with people who are not in any way sexually appealing to me and old enough to be my father.
( Maladicta, Sun 6 Dec 2009, 19:29, Reply)

Pah, I had an ex here for three years.
And they were horrid turbulent times.
Then my best mate lived here for 6 months.
For a while after, I left the spare room as a junkyard and didn't go in there as it had their 'mark' on it, but after 5 years of slow reclaiming it is now a bit of the house that I use and sleep in and love.

I occasionally find the odd photo or bank statement but it changes nowt.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Sun 6 Dec 2009, 19:35, Reply)

Thing is, we still get on really well - the split was amicable and he lived here for 8 months or so after we broke up.
My colleagues think splitting up with me makes him THE DEVIL (especially as I had to buy a bed - because sleeping in the same bed would not in any way be weird, right?) and every time they are reminded of his existence ask me why I don't cut him out of my life. Bah.
( Maladicta, Sun 6 Dec 2009, 19:41, Reply)

I fucking love duck eggs.
You get propper yolks in those bad boys.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Sun 6 Dec 2009, 20:31, Reply)