Why is it when someone says "Oh, I'm going to ----- for a wedding."Or "I will be ---- for a few days attending a conference"
Or "I'm flying overseas for a cousins bar-mitzva", it seems all so glamourous.
From time to time we need a break from the mundane everyday schedule.
A change. Just the anticipation of 'going somewhere' seems so exciting.
You plan your outfit for travel.
You think about what looks best on you so if someone you haven't seen in a long while sees you they might think "Wow, she looks so good. Hasn't aged a minute since I saw her last".
Living in Miami, traveling also gives me a chance to wear winter clothes.
Even if it's not cold yet, at the very least I can wear my summer clothes comfortably.
Anywhere I go is bound to be cooler than here.
And I must admit, traveling does not disappoint.
You go to parties and see friends you otherwise would not see.
You have conversations that once again connect you with cousins you haven't spoken to in a while.
You eat ice cream that is sold in this special location miles away from home.
And I must say seeing fall in New York is worth every hour of flying.
The colors are stamped in my brain like no other images I see.
Maybe because I am a 'Fall' (according to Debby!)personality and all.
I feel an indescribable joy and peace combined when I am surrounded by leaves of rich intense colors ranging from gold to red.
That is the number one thing about New York that I miss living here in Miami Beach.
Everyones inner self connects to one of the four seasons more specifically. Mine is Fall.
(Yesterday in New York. My grandaughter in the park).
You couldn't dream up these colors yourself.
It almost makes me want to stay in New York a little longer.
But at the end of the day, when night falls, I want to be home.
In my own house. Where familiar colors and smells surround me.
Where the noise from the streets lull me to sleep.
Where the sound of the birds wake me every morning.
Where the quiet of the day gives me time to think and formulate ideas.
Where I am my own person. That is what I call home....
I've taken pictures of my house so that one day in the far far future my children will show their children and grandchildren where my happy place was.
My house is my home.
I feel safe. Calm. Comfortable.
Take some pictures of your house. Write about how you feel. You can keep the journal hidden behind the pictures.
Just for you.
And the next generations who want to know you.
One's home is like a delicious piece of pie you order in a restaurant on a
country road one cozy evening - the best piece of pie you have ever eaten in
your life - and can never find again. After you leave home, you may find
yourself feeling homesick, even if you have a new home that has nicer wallpaper
and a more efficient dishwasher than the home in which you grew up. ~Lemony
No matter where you roam...
When you have several pictures you try to accentuate each one either by size or by placing a mat of color behind one or two of them.
Using a white backround always works when you have lots of colors competing with each other.
Even if the room you photograph is not so great looking, it's the sounds and feelings that you want to remember
This is a project for anyone to do.
Hopefully you can fill your pages with good memories.
It doesn't have to be fancy. It has to be real.
And that is beautiful...