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“I wonder if the real measure of "home" is the degree to which you can leave it alone. Maybe appreciating a house means knowing when to stop decorating. Maybe you've never really lived there until you've thrown its broken pieces in the garbage. Maybe learning how to be out in the big world isn't the epic journey everyone thinks it is. Maybe that's actually the easy part. The hard part is what's right in front of you. The hard part is learning how to hold the title to your very existence, to own not only property, but also your life. The hard part is learning not just how to be but mastering the nearly impossible art of how to be at home.”

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Book:Life Would Be Perfect If I Lived in That House
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Life Would Be Perfect If I Lived in That House

This book delves into the emotional journey of a character yearning for the ideal home, illustrating the challenges and compromises that arise in the pursuit of perfection. more

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Meghan Daum
Meghan Daum

Meghan Daum is an American author born in 1970. Her works are known for their unique perspective and insightful analysis, covering a wide range of topics from personal experiences to cultural commentary and social observation. more

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