Is this about loving myself?
Every place I have ever lived in by myself was just a shell, sterile. No pictures, no nick nacks, no decorations. The women in my life would add something here and there, but I never did. Yesterday I went to buy some winter boots (as my step mom balled me out for not having any). Along with the boots, I ended up buying a hall mirror, wall clock and a couple of throw rugs. I also put some pictures up on the wall. Today I am going to buy some more items that I feel will make my house a home. I am going to buy a photo album so I can put the important pictures throught my life in a safe place. I have never done this before... is this an act self love?... It seams to make me feel a little better about myself.