...pat lindemann...
a place of my own...
So often I have designed websites for other things...for my pottery, for
a educational consulting whim, for a fleeting ministry, for my
counseling practice. I have never just made a website for me, about me
that gives me a place to stretch...a place to share passion for life...a
place to grow. This is that place...
Ah...sigh. My own place. Remember that feeling, of being in the first place of your own? Where you looked around, and it looked grand to you- you could look past the yellowed and brittle venetian blinds and the cupboards with the 12th coat of paint- so painted over that the hinges were a bit cloggy, the tile floors that must have come from the 40s, and the rusted and perhaps malfunctioning radiators...My mom cried when she saw my first apartment. She thought it was too dark and truthfully it was in the slums...college slums, to be fair tho'...I was getting an education, in more ways than I knew.
There are definitely days when I still need a place of my own...ya know what I mean?
Ah...sigh. My own place. Remember that feeling, of being in the first place of your own? Where you looked around, and it looked grand to you- you could look past the yellowed and brittle venetian blinds and the cupboards with the 12th coat of paint- so painted over that the hinges were a bit cloggy, the tile floors that must have come from the 40s, and the rusted and perhaps malfunctioning radiators...My mom cried when she saw my first apartment. She thought it was too dark and truthfully it was in the slums...college slums, to be fair tho'...I was getting an education, in more ways than I knew.
There are definitely days when I still need a place of my own...ya know what I mean?
