Welcome Home

Day 166: "From a Child Is Beautiful, Anything"

Welcome to my home.

Upon driving up our sloped driveway, you enter a haven for cars. The floors are cement, the corners are dusty, the shelves are full of things that haven't been touched in years. Nothing stands out, until you notice the walls. Covered in paintings and pictures that would be worth nothing in an auction. This is our gallery. Mom and dad took our artwork and hung it on the walls of our garage for all who enter to see.

Welcome to my home.

Upon entering my home from our "car haven", you enter a room with a fluffy white carpet, stained slightly by years of tough love. There's an eggplant colored couch and shelves of treasures next to the fireplace. Hidden on some shelves are some muck colored ceramic bowls and teapots. This is our gallery. Mom and dad took our artwork and put it in our family rooms for all who enter to see.

Welcome to my home.

Upon passing our family room, you enter a kitchen with floral wallpaper. The counters are old and the cabinets are honey colored. On the wall behind the table, you see an array of art: a strangely colored glass dove, a hamsa, an awkwardly shaped tree on a dark green glass background, and a ceramic plate painted with visions of a sunrise. This is our gallery. Mom and dad took our artwork and put it in our kitchen for all who enter to see.