Fairy Dust and Printed Words

The template for this blog reminded me of the house I grew up in and moved back to several years ago.  It has the feel of hard times lived out there and the gilt edginess of neglect sprinkled like fairy dust in the air.  I left the place when I was fifteen years old and never wanted to return.  It was by circumstance and not by preference that I returned to this place - the first home that I ever knew.

It was the place of early memories, rampant fears, parents perpetually at war.  But it was also here that those wonder-filled discoveries were made within the realms of printed words.  I can't imagine what my life would have been if I had been stuck alone in this house without the communion with the minds of all the writers who helped me survive those early years.

So, perhaps it is aprapos that I begin this blog on a page depicting a room like this.  The kind of room that my mind was formed in.  A place where the stark lack of comfort feels like home.