Comfort zone
16 05 20086:51 PM. 93 degrees.
You people in warm climates are used to that shit. I’m not. Two weeks ago we had snow.
There’s no comfort in the instability of the weather.
I have been at the beach the last couple days. It was cooler there.. but then last night the “city” people started arriving in droves to escape the predicted 100 degree metro weather. Blech. I wasn’t comfy at home, but it’s a damn sight better than than 10,000 idiots in polo shirts and white socks.
I’m late with my entry to the Thinking Parents wiki. Better late than never.
Better late than never. Shouldn’t everything in life be like that? Eh?
Anyway, back to the topic: Write about a sound, smell, or taste that you find comforting or that reminds you of home.
Home is my comfort zone. A vast majority of the time, I can never feel as safe or as comforted as I do within these 4 walls. No smell, sound, or taste necessary. Sometimes though, the world gets weird and invades my comforting space. At those times, my revert to the one thing that seems the opposite of home comfort - the open road. Top down, stereo blasting, no stress. Escape gives me comfort.
At home, I like seeing the things around me that say prepared. A full pantry of home canned food. A nicely stacked firewood pile. Animals snug in the barn (food on the hoof). A fully stocked feed room. A loaded 12 gauge. Self sufficiency gives me comfort.
Clutter makes me anxious. My home is decorated in severe minimalist. There are no knick-knacks, no piles of unfinished paperwork, no collection areas. The kids bedrooms - that’s another story, but that’s what doors are for. Organization gives me comfort.
Outside, I like seeing a neat farm. Things put away, or parked neatly. No piles of trash and junk, common to most farms - I’m guilty too. I keep the local “metal guy” in business. Trimmed grass. Fresh gravel in the walkways and parking areas. Painted fence and shiny gates. Order gives me comfort.
When I drove up last night, there was a beautiful smell that comforted me. Fresh cut douglas fir and cedar. The neighbor is milling some logs. Pine forests smell like pine; fir, hemlock, and cedar rarely give off a scent until they’re being cut (or burned).
It’s always good to come home. Tomorrow is a brand new day.
And it’s always better late than never.
“Thats what doors are for?” You sound like my mother there! I remember pondering on this a few weeks ago and thinking home smells like fresh air, the ocean and the trees! i popped away last weekend and realistically the area i went to was much the same as where I live! However, when we were driving home, the whole scenery of mountains full of green trees gave me a sense of home! Whilst away I smelled incense in a shopping centre and that also reminded me of home! My oldest daughter and myself are always burning fresh incense, much to the disgust of most of our family and friends.
order, organisation, self sufficiency, preparedness.
Things that make me writhe in ecstasy.
I can almost smell the fresh-cut wood. I know exactly what you mean.
You sound like me. Unfortunately, between the wife and daughter, I live in Castle Cluttered-Messy, which leaves me, at times, yearning for the clean simplicity of my bachelor days - 1 couch, 1 bed, 1 dresser, 1 TV (no cable), 3 bookcases (arranged so they were uniform in height by shelf), no art, no stereo, eating while standing up over the counter/bar, two plants and a hamster.
Empty. Clean. No clutter. No dust collectors. No noise pollution. No over-whelming crap load. No attic full of shit “too good to throw away.” No bookshelves crammed with crap shoved in any old way… No dusty candles. No six refurbish-this-antique (piece of shit) chair projects. No knitting laying about in the den, front room and bed room. No floor covered in crap left out three days. No glasses and plates everywhere, can you not see them!
Ah well, on the balance, it’s worth it. But when I’m overwhelmed with the absolutely over-powering clutter these two live in on a daily basis… Whew.
Glad I have my own office in which to retreat.
Your post seemed to have come straight from my heart, I’m to the letter EXACTLY the same…………. I get energy from home but only after its clean and neat and all organized. Not analy obsessive but orderly and satisfyingly “done”.
I LOVED this post.
I will add this though. My husband is the knick-knack clutter lover. I’m spending most of my days dusting and straightening up piles and bricabrac organizing. Sometimes I put it ALL AWAY and then wait in relaxed peace until he whines for me to get out all his stuff again.
I agree with the above commenter though that in the long run the balance is worth it.
As far as the heat goes, today here in CA its is to be 100 or so. Unusually warm even for warm climateers!!!
I sound sort of anal and OCD. I’m not. I’d gladly let the right person leave their crap laying all over my house (or theirs) and not go postal. I understand the benefits.
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