Image: No, that’s not my home…
I was taking a long car ride the other day and, as often the case, got to thinking about whatever random thing crosses my mind. On this particular day, I was thinking about all the places I’ve called home over the course of my life, starting with a two bedroom apartment I grew up in in Staten Island (I was born in Brooklyn, but was too young to remember that one), up to my current home, and all stops in between.
In my current home, I love my den. It gets so much light throughout the entire day, and is the perfect room to kick back and read a book, listen to some music, or take a nap. This is also the designated “sick zone” for whenever my wife or I are sick, simply because of how comfortable the couch is.
In my old apartment, which was right off Route 3 in Clifton (yes, close to the Tick Tock Diner…), I loved opening up the windows and getting this perfect cross breeze. I don’t know what it was about that particular spot, but the breeze on a nice fall day was akin to blasting the A/C in the depths of summer.
And in Freehold, where I spent most of my childhood, I loved the backyard and all the barbecues, parties, and sports we played out back as kids. I can remember those lazy Sundays during the summer just floating around in the pool without a care in the world.
So, what do you love about the place you call home?