It is I indeed, inspired by the initiation of incessant ramblings by good ol' Waldo!..... who apparently claims to be inspired by mine, hence we see life turn full circle once again.

Blogging from a new location this time; yet another humble abode I have learned to call home over time. It's funny, in the past year, the definition of home changed ever so frequently. From the comfort-zone of red brick walls surrounded by a few hundred friendly faces, to the cozy appartment in a downtown desert packed with around a dozen familiar faces and then to a minute condo stuffed with 5 members of a family I know as my own. As of tomorrow, things will change again - we finally move into our "own" house, and once more, things will be different, with one less member of the clan present. I'm admittedly quite hesitant to label this new one as a home, even though it is more mine than any of the others I've ever lived in before. I mean, I can actually paint its walls without thinking twice. Also, did I mention how I'll get to see two female-shaped buildings from the window every passing moment of my life in this house-to-be? Can't forget that essential detail now can we.

Oh, so about painting walls, anyone have suggestions as to how one would make a purple-blue-white paint job look remotely classy?