This forum, my trauma therapist, primary doc, my friends where I live, and here in this forum, my wicker, cane, bamboo furniture, baskets, etc., cut glass lamps (desk & floor), and all of my hand-picked over decades of time furnshings that suit my personality ie. chair/w/matching ottoman in hand-picked print that took me nearly an entire year to pay for, my herbal plants in the window sill, cobalt-blue vases, and other beautiful colorful bottles sitting in various windows throughout my place, the stained-glass framed artistic glass pieces hanging in my windows, my multiple wind-chimes hanging all throughout my place, my vases, pottery, my many solid-oak pieces of furniture ie. hall tree, desk, table & chairs, etc., my three free-standing wood, rattan, and metal big three-paneled wall dividers, two-wicker etageres, etc., comfortable plush couch, so comfy chair & matching comfy ottomon, all of my rod-iron pieces that are both very artistic and functional, the homemade cinnamon-apple potpourri electric pots in each room wafting yummy homemade apple-cinnamon scents through the air of my place, symphony music playing low in background, four white-noise machines playing in each room, my recovery books in each room lying scattered around, my crosses, huge prints of the manger scene, and so many other prints on my walls, ie. the last supper, unicorn print, angel prints, and so many crosses displayed throughout my place, on and on. I love my kitchen and how it's set up too with the two butcher blocks and the rod-iron etageres, etc. all of my spices, herbs, etc. I am very blessed and forget this to be true...a lot of the time. I forget.
