Day 31: End of Day

At the end of my day, this is where I find myself.  In front of a gate with wrought iron and partially peeling paint.  About forty square meters of personal space.   I've lived here for close to four years now.  Two years of which, on my own.  Yet it's still a work in progress.  Sort of like myself.

Living on my own was something that just happened for me.  It was never really planned.  That's probably why I'm just realizing that I should start properly furnishing my apartment.  I should have more than my poor excuse of a kitchen and an actual dining set.  I should have more than two sets of curtains and my iTunes to drown out the Sunday choir next door.  But no matter how incomplete it may seem, I would still find myself in front of this gate at the end of each day.  I would still love the collective wood, wicker, wrought iron and peeling paint.  The sunlight muted by my curtains, the church choir next door and the lack of a real kitchen.

After all, at the end of the day, This is Home (Switchfoot).