a loving eye is all the charm needed: to such you are handsome enough
Elizabe✝h
Hi there.
I'm Elizabeth and I
like to write.
I wish I knew
where I was going
Humm
There are certain truths that I live by
One. I am Eilzabethbutwhatsinaname
Two. I seek happinessbutwhatshappinesswithoutsadness
Three. I pursue self-actualizationbutwhatifidontlikewhatifind
Four. I happily owe everything to Jesus Christ, my saviour and my God. I live for You alone.
Toronto, the city
I like Toronto. I live here.
It's kind of small compared to other cities, I think. Not quite as developed. The subway coverage really sucks.
But I like Toronto. It's urban and vibrant and so diverse. I want to explore it all!
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one
Jane Eyre
The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas
Holes
If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things
Le petit prince
The English Patient
The Great Gatsby
One is with my parents
the house I grew up in
with the bed, books, clothes, remnants of my childhood so familiar to me
It's the one home I always have
to return to.
The other is in the city
the place I learned to cook for myself, clean up after myself, take care of myself
and the place I was first able to live
my own life according to how I wanted to live it.
The first has always been my constant. It is home home. "True" home.
But I know that someday that will change. My sense of home will shift to wherever I live independently.
It is that shift that is so trepidatious to me.
Because I feel myself becoming more accustomed to another bed
another scene to open my eyes to in the morning
another still to close my day off with at night
a longing for a place other than my "true" home
My life is changing. The constants in my life have become variables.
My feeling of home is displaced.