Showing posts with label home. Show all posts
Showing posts with label home. Show all posts
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Home Body
There once was a time when I lived for a nightclub. From the age of about 16 to the age of about 27, I was a club-hopper. Meaning I loved to be in a club, drinking and dancing. There was nothing I enjoyed more. A great DJ in a cool location was always my destination. I just loved being out and about. There was nothing better than me and my girls hitting whatever club was hot back then. I literally planned my life around when and where I was going to go out. I was that into the scene. I was also more social back then too. I am not as much these days.
I feel as if the club scene is so over. I've done it. Consistently. And, with great passion. It was my hobby. I loved every second of it. I can actually count on one hand the times I've been in a club in the last few years. There aren't very many reasons that I will go to a club. I've always invited to parties at clubs. I always decline. It's not that I don't want to celebrate with my family or friends. I just don't want to be in that environment anymore. It's not my cup of tea. The music that is popular in New Orleans clubs is not what I want to hear. I don't care for this new age bounce music or 90% of today's club themed Hip-Hop. I cannot take much of it.
Now, I prefer to stay home. I am cool with sitting at home, watching a good movie or reading a great book. I don't feel like I'm missing a thing. So, yes, I am a homebody and proud of it. I've been in too many clubs where stupid things have occurred. I know I'm safe at home. I don't have to worry about anything happening to me here. I don't mind going to a bar or a lounge for a drink or catching dinner or a movie with friends. I guess that comes with age. I'm at a point in my life where I don't want to deal with a club full of people. Staying home is relaxing to me. when you've spent the better part of your 20's partying, your 30's are for resting. So that's what I'll do.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Dream House
In the last year, I've started to seriously think about what I want my first home to look like. I know that there are some specific things that I want. I'm big on bathrooms, especially tubs, and closets. I want enough room for my future family to grow. I want a home. You know something that looks nice and feels warm and welcoming. I want a space that looks lived in. I would hate to live is a place that is like a museum. I absolutely love the open floor plan. I want my home to have a good flow to it.
Most importantly, I need the master suite to be a place of peace, our solitude. I want it to be open and airy. I already know there will be one red accent wall with a black and white art piece. Black and white bedding with red accent pillows. This is the way I see the bedroom in my mind. Since I am a sucker for a clawfoot tub, this is a must. As is a big shower with a bench. I also believe that a private toilet is a necessity. Since I'm such a shoewhore, a closet big enough to house them is a deal breaker.
The kitchen is the heart of every home. Especially now with the open floor plans that connect the kitchen and family room. I like to cook. And I would love to cook in a fabulous kitchen. Stainless steel appliances just make everything look sleek. I need an island. Like seriously need. That is a must on my list as well. I haven't actively started to search for a home. But I have a general idea of what I want and don't want. I will be surprised to see how my expectations and my reality line up. Either or, I cannot wait to find or build my dream home.
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