Write about your dream home.

Four little letters that make up a word so much more complicated than its second hombre’,‘L-O-V-E’.

Live!

From Phoenix, Arizona and the blessed lots of Sedona Sunsets- It’s Sunday Morning?!

Yeah, that was awkward. Let’s get to the part where I talk to myself for the next three hours and yall take 5 minutes to read it….

THE BASICS

Alright. Now that we got all of that out of the way…. entomology is fun, but so are making stupid pictures because your brain fires at a significantly higher rate than the average female adult. Neurodiversity, Amirite?!

Home can be a very tricky subject depending on exactly who or what you are speaking about.

For example- when the devil spawns get a little to awnry, somehow they all end up screaming over each other in the middle of traffic…. Without their coats on a 32 (0) degree day because they are allergic to letting their friends know they own one.

For most, home will be the place where they and their family resides. Their hometown.

For this prompt, you’ll have a healthy pick of floor plans- possible enough to make the HGTV roster. I mean, you really only need 3.

There may even be a few wandering souls that choose to take home to the theoretical plane and speak on the power of home field advantage. This may even ring true in our hard core animal lovers. One of them may adventure into the selected home lands for their chosen animal of prey.

Here at Sedona Sunsets, we strive to provide a place for readers to build a virtual home. By far, this is the most consistent thing I have personally done for over a year. I’m just going to assume my faithful neighborhood Grapists are doing the same. I mean, the numbers keep growing day by day! ❤️

🚨HERES WHERE SHIT GETS REAL🚨

At the end of it all, the prompt is asking me about my dream home.

Home has always been a place contained within my own mind. A solid blanket, a pillow and a warm fire to mind my own business by in a tiny house somewhere in the farmlands of Oregon.

Home is an actual place. Yet it’s a place I’ve never actually seen.

You see I was ripped away from any chance at understanding what my blood grandparents had build for me. Instead, I was left to someone else’s family where my only power was to defend myself in a rat race- in which I had no chance.

I’ve always known I was different, wired for an alternate path. I’ve always known I was different, it would take half a lifetime to grasp. I’ve always known I was different, fingers have been pointed, diagnosis cast. I’ve always known I was different, still don’t get why they couldn’t have just asked.

Home for an unsealed adopted person like me- has and always will be a dream.

My family in Washington will leave my brother, their blood child everything. Even my eldest may receiv something, but not me. I was cut out of that the day I joined the military.

I’ve always felt like a burden to them. Needing more attention, assistance and support from them. My flaws have always been exposed, but oh the nasty names given to them.

Then on my 35th Hannukah, a present I received. Twas a DNA test from 23 & Me. Hannukah 2018 brought the red tides of change, my whole idea of home would be shattered in a matter of weeks.

I had asked a few times in my lifetime, mostly during fits that I honestly still cannot control. I’ve always known I was different, especially because I was always the angriest of us all.

From a young age I felt the universe pulling me to places far from that moments home. It was a matter of me surviving in someone else’s system. The memories of my daily life still hurt, more than anyone will ever know.

Down in Texas, the lab machines went whirling. Spinning the vile of my spit out of control. Spinning the very ball of answers that would shatter the containing glass of old.

So many fucking answers, so many birthrights stole. They gave them to my brother, but I get shit on still as the unknown.

My homeland exists in Oregon. Although I’ll never go. My true home exists within me, and I protect it wherever my physical form may roam.

HAVE YOU YET?

If you haven’t, stop reading this right the fuck now and go spend a little over an hour of your life being totally mindfucked, but in a weird enjoyable way.

It’s taking everything in my Sunday Morning Smoke Sesh to not drop ALL the spoilers. I am going to say this- I will be watching this again because I’m not sure I fully absorbed the absolute Tom Fuckery that was being shoved into my already deformed brain.

Jesus Christ be the holiest pair of house shoes honey if it ain’t been 12 hours and I am still over here OBSESSING.

The last two times this ugly uncontrollable outpouring of treacherous white girl shows the fuck out in me is when Colt-e and Larrisa did Las Vegas in Season 5 of 90 day.

AND

Anytime Lisa Vanderpump gives me life advice on the holiest of Tuesdays.

Yall have no idea how I disappointed I was when I found out I was German and not Lisa’s & Ken’s long lost American niece. I ended up having to settle into my true trans-financial Barbie form. Weird Barbies unite!

Life is such a letdown, sometimes. 🤣😂

Yet, im still chillin in my oversized bean bag chair. In my elder millennial status, keep yall shady ass shit way over there.

I’ll never go home because there is no physical place to go. I’m blocked by stubborn, selfish, unaccepting relatives. It’s honestly sad that they would dismiss their brothers children. After all, He and I were the only two to fight the wars for y’all to swoop in an secure the family horde.

Oh and another thing, incase those I’m speaking of are reading this.

Let it be known that I’ve never actually asked you for anything but your acknowledgment that I exist. Whichever of yall that keeps birthing my names into rooms I’ve never been in- stop spreading lies.

You do not know me, only of me. Go ahead and run the background check before you decide to meet me. Maybe then you’ll shut the fuck up. Unlike my brother or your own son, I don’t have anything but 20 years of honorable military service with multiple war campaign badges of my own. Inheritance never outlasts the test of time. Yet, patience is the key to mastering ignorance when your subject is undereducated in what or who they spew verbal diarrhea about.

Come meet me in May. Buy me dinner. Let’s talk like adults instead of hiding in our homes behind our computers.

May your Sunday be filled with this garbage that is the extremely disappointing Super Bowl.

RAIDERS NATION- USHER IS GOING TO BE GREAT 🖤🩶🏴‍☠️