By-in-large, it is too soft. Too comfortable. Too many amenities. Curtains, trinkets, candles, little crap that just doesn't need to be here.
I have a few requests and joys, and the more I think about it, the fewer they are. I like to spread out. A large wood floor will do.
Anything that lets me expand my body and soul.
And arguably, I feel that a majority of the mass's discontent lays within their inability to expand their soul.
After my long run today at a beautiful place in New Hampshire, I came to realize, that my home life is entirely antithetical to what I am accustomed to. Actually no. I have known this for a great time, I have just now come to understand why it disrupts me.
