dome sweet dome

I have a dome.

I live in a dome.

My dome will one day soon contain a treasure dome, my cat, and my bed.

I had convinced myself that it was possible to live a block from the freeway and not hear it. Ha! Ha!

But to live surrounded by my most valued possessions, and my sister!! I don’t know how I ever got so lucky. And in an amazingly character-ridden apartment, none the less.

I have a buzzer. I’ve never had a buzzer before, and I’m still not quite sure how to use it.

We asked our mom what she thought of the place, and she responded, “Well, I’m looking…” That was yesterday, the first day of inhabiting our dome-icile. Today she remarked, “it looks like you’ve lived here for years.”

And that’s the beauty of it. It’s always been our dome. And it always will be.

Thank you, Alex.

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