Scrabble Pegs, Pivots, Wobbles, and Miss Clavel

"I wanna go home."
Those four words have haunted me for years. The chant first started in a corpy cube while corresponding with a fellow inmate, who was also suffering in another corpy cube.
Those cubes are now gone and we have both grown from those necessary pit stops in life. I'm grateful for them.
But I'm chanting again.
"I want to go home."
I am lucky to have found a home in another person. There is no greater feeling.
And as this orb pivots and wobbles through our solar system with increasing agitation at the destruction of our species, we can only try to evolve, apologize, and be grateful for something so wonderful and immeasurable as love.
Having said that, I'm feeling very much like Miss Clavel who turned on her light in the middle of the night and said, "Something is not quite right!"
I'm looking for a home (inside) of myself.
I feel that I lacking foundations and layers that are necessary for the purple cobblestones up ahead.
It's not a bad thing.
Part of me is quite excited.
I've outgrown the comforts that were so necessary for me years ago.
The other parts are nervous.
I'm looking down at my broken cRaYoNs and scrabble pegs and thinking, "I've never built a home before!"
Where do I start? What if I get it wrong? What am I supposed to do?
Ahhh...the questions are beginning to come.
I'll be alright now =)
It's time for more spring cleaning. There is a reason that we clean out our closets and give away things that we've outgrown.
I have a feeling I'm going to be completely naked when I'm done, which is fine, because summer is almost here and that's how I like to swim,lol
*sprinkle sprinkle*