Oh, I do like you guys/gals, but that's probably because I haven't met any of you. I haven't had to invite you in out of social convention, offer you coffee, and engage in idle chitchat.
Mine is my house I love being in it. I've decorated it what I want cos I'm single and can, it's really girly and fun. I'm so proud that I got to the stage i own a house all by myself! Makes me happy
Back about 2010, the only thing keeping me alive was my dog. But since then, even with the bad things like losing that amazing girl, I keep finding happy places.
My wife. My kid (when they're not playing the sulky teenager). My niece. My chickens. Good music. Writing. I'm a lucky motherfucker. I have happy places now. It's all temporary, since all things are transitory and ephemeral, but right now I have an embarrassment of good things that I wish everyone could have. Like, not my things, I'll pop a cap if anyone tried, but you know what I mean.
Doesn't fix the bad stuff, doesn't mean there aren't bad things. But I'm lucky
With my husband being goofballs :) just shooting pool or working out, or watching a movie while both pretending we don't already know I'm gonna fall asleep halfway through. Or laying in bed in the morning, each procrastinating making breakfast in the secret hope that the other one will suggest going out to our favorite breakfast place.
Or in my garden, digging and cursing at the rocky Pennsylvania soil, listening to the cacophony of birdsong, giving the evil eye to the cute bunnies that nibble my flowers. >;(
Or in my kitchen inhaling the scent of my morning tea before the first sip :)
Or! At my vanity doing my makeup or painting my nails, listening to upbeat '60s music like Petula Clark or The Lovin' Spoonful.