My Oasis

In an effort to make my work day go by faster (hello 3 day weekend!!!!) I thought I'd catch up on a little blogging =) Hey!! I'm a great worker, but with the holiday weekend s-l-o-w-l-y approaching it's pretty dead around here!

Currently my daughter and I are living in a 1 bedroom apartment. It's small and I would love to have a house, but at this time it's just not an option. Even though it's small and we share a bedroom, it's still home. It's the first time in years that I've felt like I have a home. I love it.

I consider my apartment my oasis. I've decorated it to where it has a homey feeling to it and I have Bath and Body plug-ins, so as soon as you open the door you are greeted with a lovely smell. I have a soft, comfy sofa and chair that just molds to you when you plop down. I have a old, falling apart built-in bookshelf that I so cleverly, if I might say so myself, turned into an entertainment nook with knick-knacks, a white lamp that I bought from IKEA which gives the living room an illuminating glow, and I have a hanging stream of bambo hanging from the top to the bottom. I have 3 pictures on my wall that my uncle took many years ago of the beach at sunset through the palm trees. I have a rocking chair in the corner next to a small table where I keep my some of my books and photo albums.

My patio is quite lovely as well. I have a privacy fence since I’m facing a public street and I'm the last apartment on a corner lot. In front of my patio is a huge, old tree that has a trunk that forms a perfect y shape that shades my apartment. It’s like being out in a tree house. I have two beautiful flower plants...one sitting on the ledge in the far left corner and another one on a plant stand situated against the wall in the center of my patio. It has a very calming effect.

I was sitting outside the other night and my new upstairs neighbors were out on their patio. I still can't decide who exactly it is that lives there, but I've narrowed it down...until I heard a woman in an English accent talking. She was quite upset...in her words "I wouldn't let him do that to me if I was a crack smoking whore." Imagine this being said in an English accent. I found it to be quite hilarious. I couldn't hear the rest of what was being said and I really didn't care to, but I did really enjoy listening to her accent. I love accents...any type of accent. I could listen to a person talk about the most boring topic if they have an accent. I adore them! And if you're a man with an accent...watch out! I may just make it my mission to marry you.

While listening to her talk that night I closed my eyes and envisioned that I was living in London...a nice little break from reality =) The point of my ramblings? It's the small things...the most simplest things...that matter most. Just recently I've realized this. Sitting outside listening to nothing but nature, B telling me she loves me all the time, laughing at a funny commercial, enjoying complete silence once I lay B down, having B wake up in the middle of the night and get in my bed and snuggle with me...it's the simple things that I've just recently realized make me happy. When I come home and shut my door I'm shutting the world out and entering my oasis.