I read recently that your home is the greatest indicator of your personality. Far more accurate and telling than what you wear, say, or do. Its size gives it a permanence that can not be adapted to meet the perceived needs of the viewer. There is no chance to quickly run around and change all of your furniture, wall paint, knickknacks, and dishware because Bob is coming to dinner instead of your parents.

Everything I need to know about a potential sweetie is revealed just by looking at his room.

I am having a personal crisis of sorts. A crisis of the personality. Home means more to me than anything else- career, partner, fun... these all pale next to the idea of a house. But to choose a house means defining myself and although it might appear that I have no fear of settling, I do. I dearly do.

My only hope, and Kenya assures me this will be the case, is that I will know it when I see it. Right now I don't have answers, only worries.

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