Roomies
When it comes right down to it, every fledling has that impulse to travel away from the nest and relocate to their own private space. So with a couple hesitant tries we spread our wings and soar into the wilderness, inspecting every available tree branch until we find it. At first glance it isn't the perfect space, the bark looks a bit like it's spotted or peeling and the leaf canopy above can be a smidget discolored and probably should be fixed up at some point to prevent a rush of spiders and other unwelcome mini guests. Yet somehow the little unexperienced feet just seem to settle just right into that warm bark, and there's a tiny little space that holds endless potential. Sure it's a bit a cramped, but your two fellow fledlings don't seem to mind too much because there's one thing that you can call this quaint little space that makes it so much more special then you're parent's nest. My Home.
When the various pieces are relocated to your new space you find that everything quickly snaps into it's own special area. The sleeping areas are warm and plush with fluffy down and various padding for those who toss and turn or just get cold at night. The chill of the evening breeze becomes a welcome invitation to snuggle up and watch nature at it's finest. Even openings are now a picturesque view towards a perfect starry sky. Various elements decorate the walls and splash color into your cuddly den until it seems nothing could ever disrupt the peace.
With little to no warning you find yourself mimicking actions of your parents. When your fellow coinhabitors leave things on the floor you generally tend to pick them up and organize them back into their respective nooks and crannies. Beds are made every morning with almost little to no grumbling, food is stashed back into cupboards. Meals are made together in a Hallmark moment of laughter and silliness as one of you attempts to fashion something called a Queish.
Although making the food isn't easy and sometimes just isn't fun no matter who helps... you do it with no expectations of thank yous or gratitude... but are often plesantly surprised with gracious Yums and excited seconds.
Then there's the jubulent moments of ice cream, and fancy treats that while don't occur much... just seem to hold that special glow. So no, not everything is perfect in my apartment but that just makes it that much more exciting.
When the various pieces are relocated to your new space you find that everything quickly snaps into it's own special area. The sleeping areas are warm and plush with fluffy down and various padding for those who toss and turn or just get cold at night. The chill of the evening breeze becomes a welcome invitation to snuggle up and watch nature at it's finest. Even openings are now a picturesque view towards a perfect starry sky. Various elements decorate the walls and splash color into your cuddly den until it seems nothing could ever disrupt the peace.
With little to no warning you find yourself mimicking actions of your parents. When your fellow coinhabitors leave things on the floor you generally tend to pick them up and organize them back into their respective nooks and crannies. Beds are made every morning with almost little to no grumbling, food is stashed back into cupboards. Meals are made together in a Hallmark moment of laughter and silliness as one of you attempts to fashion something called a Queish.
Although making the food isn't easy and sometimes just isn't fun no matter who helps... you do it with no expectations of thank yous or gratitude... but are often plesantly surprised with gracious Yums and excited seconds.
Then there's the jubulent moments of ice cream, and fancy treats that while don't occur much... just seem to hold that special glow. So no, not everything is perfect in my apartment but that just makes it that much more exciting.
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