Pfp meditation – Painter Files Podcast
They say “you can never go home.” I never really understood it until I was 28. Nothing felt like home. Everything felt like someone else’s home. It broke me a little. Even my apartment at the time didn’t feel permeant. Had more of a crap a plain into a mountain to call it your cave dwelling. Crash a lot of mountains in my twenties, in search of permanence. Me then would loose his mind napping on our couch. Ikea was a new discovery then.
We have come a long way.