To be honest, the only time I went to the theater was in the 5th grade. I barely can remember anything, can’t even say what play it was. The only thing I can recall are guys in white tights jumping here and there, it probably was an opera theater, which I didn’t like a bit. I had a bad first impression, maybe that’s why I’m more into movies. Today though, I changed my views, and from time to time I stumbled upon videos from various theater performances, and l could feel the vividnes of such art even through the screen. That’s what I do like about the theater, have never had a chance to experience it on my own though. Yet.

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Well, it is quite simple. Everything that is so familiar to me. My dear family, their voices, things they do. Mom cooking something yummy. Dad always busy at his garage. The furniture, the walls, they all seem like they’ve been here my whole life. Even if they haven’t, I got so used and attached to them. You just know this connection and you feel it, feel that it’s your place, and there’s no better one.
There’s no place like home.

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Your home is a place where you feel most safely and cozy. It’s the place where you probably have gone through a lot, mentally. Happiness or anxiety, excitement and disappointment, everything you picked up outdoors, these inner walls remember. It’s a concentration of emotions and feelings.
The outside walls are not that “soft”, because they’re guardians of the inner peace. Whether it’s cold or hot, they stand still, protecting us from the outer threats. That’s why they’re made with “walls and beams”, they just can’t afford to be as tender as “love and dreams”.

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