Either way, welcome to my blog. which I have wanted to begin for a long time.
I am decorating my house today. (Decorating is one of my summer to-dos. Blogging is another one. Look at that---two goals, one day). Ever since Casey and I moved in to Miami over a year and a half ago, I've had that crazy desire to decorate and make this place feel like home, that whole nesting concept, I guess.
Today, I am filling an empty frame that has been hanging by our front door for almost a year. Last summer, I got about halfway through the nesting process before summer ended, and thus, all my free time.
Last week, I finally found the inspiration I needed.
First, some background: Becuase we both love to read, Casey and I used a book theme at our wedding. We chose quotes from many of our favorite books and put one at each table. I have wanted to incorporate those quotes, or at least some of them, into the decor of our home. So far, the only quote hanging in our house is in the bathroom, and is about a hat that smells like urine. While funny--and appropriately placed, given its location--it feels awkward without other quotes throughout the house to create unity in theme.
So here's the quote that will go in the frame by our front door. It's about home, or lack thereof. Pretty apropos, if you ask me. Oh, and it's from Orthodoxy by G.K. Chesterton.
I had often called myself an optimist, to avoid the too
evident blasphemy of pessimism. But all the optimism of the age had been false and disheartening for this reason, that it had always been trying to prove that we fit in to the world. The Christian optimism is based on the fact that we
do not fit in to the world. I had tried to be happy by telling myself that man is an animal, like any other which sought its meat from God. But now I was really was happy, for I had learnt that man is a monstrosity. I had been right in feeling all things odd, for I myself was at once worse and better than all things. The optimist’s pleasure was
prosaic, for it dwelt on the naturalness of everything; the Christian pleasure was poetic, for it dwelt on the unnaturalness of everything in the light of the supernatural. The modern philosopher had told me again and again that I was in the right place, and I had still felt depressed even in acquiescence. But I had heard that I was in the wrong place, and my soul sang for joy, like a bird in spring. The knowledge found out and illuminated forgotten chambers in the dark house of infancy. I knew now why grass had always seemed to me as queer as the green beard of a giant, and why I could feel homesick at home.
The best part? I'm trying to make this house feel like home by hanging up pictures and quotes and pieces of me and Casey. But we aren't home. Yet.
*So I looked up this phrase online and found a post usingenglish.com. here is the answer: What does the phrase "long time coming" mean? I mean the connotation? Does that mean something has been in the process of coming for a long time and finally it has come, or not come yet, but it will come eventually, or it will not come.
Depends on the tense of the verb that precedes it:He finally apologized. It's been/was a long time coming.John: He's going to apologize.Mary: It's a long time coming. that is, he hasn't as yet, and the apology is long overdue.
