#hometober day 3

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Hometober Day 3

Today's prompt was "a vision of home", based on the 3 months of living with my aunt Lossie [yes she's my godmother] in her big mansion-like house. Her bedroom was one of my favourite places to be, it was the ideal master bedroom in the early 2000s and it was quite hard to pick a colour for it, but the soft yellows from the morning light made it look like heaven to me as a kid. More detail under the read more, but otherwise hope you enjoy!

My aunt was a co-CEO of a law firm with my uncle, so they lived very comfortably and supported all of her kids through school and extracurriculars. My cousins had the coolest bedrooms, the basement was massive and decked out [you might see it in a later entry] and her backyard was large and ornate, and had a fancy gate that led into a forest trail. A large portion of my time in Calgary was spent idolizing her and all she had, she was the pinnacle of success to me. She fed me the large double chocolate chip muffins, gave me fancy vitamins and her home was so huge it was like discovering a new city to explore. But as stated, her bedroom was my favourite. It started with an inside balcony with a fancy little desk and chair that led you to a beautiful ensuite where she placed my daycare projects. [I felt like I won a gold medal in life when I saw them there]. Then these giant white double doors led to the bedroom, very spacious and brightly lit, and the slanted roof ceiling was the coolest thing ever to me. She had gorgeous decorations and fancy throw pillows, and it led into the biggest bathroom and tub I have ever and still have ever seen. The entire area was like a princess' castle and I felt spoiled when she let me walk around and sit on the bed to watch TV. I wore fancy dresses and lace-trimmed socks [any Latino will know what I'm talking about] and I battted my lashes at everyone I spoke to because I thought it made me more ladylike and I wanted to fit in with the fancy lady vibes of the house.

Looking back on it, those 3 months were very important to my formative years, learning manners at the table and how to speak English very quickly [to specify these 3 months took place right after Christmas from the last picture so I had just turned 4] so I'm thankful she was able to cater for us and keep us above water while my parents managed immigration stuff. However, I recognize as well that these memories while precious to my childhood, were built on a painful falsehood. My aunt married my uncle and assumed her position at that building through the marriage, a building my mom and dad were hired to clean while I sat in one of the break rooms reading or staring at the jellybean jar in a glass stand down the hall. My aunt used her kindness and goodwill to keep my parents in her favour, and especially bent my dad's thoughts to her side of things. While I loved going to her house for parties and family reunions and playing with my cousins, she continued her guise while talking down my mom and sister. She used my idolizing of her against them, and the whole house was a beautiful glass present wrapped in fancy antiques and overcompensation for the children she did and didn't bear. I loved that house, and the good times I had. But if I ever visit it again, I know for sure it'll be in a brand new light. It was the last sense of "home" I felt before I moved to Ontario and sometimes I feel a small little piece of myself still clinging to the deep brown doors of her home and the upper-class vibes of the neighbourhood I still look back on fondly. Who knows, really.

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I was not informed we had a hometober till now

Day 3: Bugs!

heres the sheet btw 😝😝

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HELLO AGAIN I've been very busy with personal matters including school, but figured a good way to ground myself was to get back to drawing. Decided to try and finish a new monthly challenge, been too long since I did that so I'm dedicating the next 31 days to a new prompt idea I'm doing called Hometober. I want to capture memories and feelings from various "homes" I've experienced. They won't be 100% accurate, but they will have some correct details based on real-life events.

This first prompt is "What does home feel like", I call this "Spaciously far away". More details under a read more.

This is based on one of my childhood bedrooms in Peru; I was a month from turning 4 when we moved to Canada so this bedroom I shared with my parents in my grandmother's home was the one I remember living in the most. The outfit I'm wearing is directly from a photo my dad took that I remember loving. The bed and window are where they are in my memories as a child, though having been to that room again for the first time in years showed me how small the room really was.

The door leads to a bathroom, it was small but functional and I remember the tub feeling big even though it would have been barely enough for two adults to stand in let alone sit down.

The window was small and peered into the tiny garden surrounded by concrete walls that was next to the dining room. It had lots of plants and a small fruit tree though I can't remember what kind. I could see the neighbours down that direction too and their yards, though calling them yards are kind, they were very much just rectangles with no ceiling. The view to some would have been grey, but I remember feeling like a big kid peering into the world. Maybe the next time I see the house, if ever, I'll feel that way again.

The bed was a toddler bed with plastic sides and I remember there being a safety wall on the side but I couldn't get it to look right. Pillows were always falling because I had a big head and I felt off balanced when I used them. I still loved it, I felt like a big kid being in her own bed, despite my parents bed being just a few feet away, if even.

The carpet is the least likely thing here, I can't recall much of there being one but I have the faintest feeling there was but perhaps my mom just took it outside to be cleaned more often than not. I had similar carpets in later bedroom set ups so I figured it wouldn't hurt to add it here all the same.

2003 makes it 20 years in Canada this December, so I suppose doing this challenge was good timing. I might do something similar in December baring what projects I have to do and exams, but I'll try.

If you've read this far, thank you! See you in the next drawing! <3 Prompts will be based on this list:

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Hometober Day 2 Today's prompt is "A home, not yours" This is based on a memory from Christmas shortly after we moved to Canada. This was a fun piece, a memory I don't talk about often only because it's quite random aha. More info under a read more, but otherwise I hope you enjoy!

We were staying at an aunt's home until the holidays passed, we were in Toronto for maybe 3 weeks at most. I don't remember much of the house itself, just the kitchen and dining room and the guest room where my family stayed. For whatever reason I was happy to play on my own in our room with the lights out. I had the door cracked open, but I was too overwhelmed to join the party down the hall [I was very shy as a kid though almost no know I know today would believe me haha]. I was too scared to open my gift but one of my cousins who was visiting Toronto with his mom talked me into opening it. It was a Play-Doh cake-making kit and we made cakes together for a time until our parents came to get us to eat. Despite the blue tones, I was actually enjoying myself there. I loved my cousins, all my family members that I was meeting for the first time were very kind to me. I was just overwhelmed, couldn't blame a 3-year-old for trying to learn a new language and just enjoying what was in front of me. I just remember the room being so cool and dark, the closest I was to being covered in darkness before the fear of it actually developed [I'm a bit better now, but back then I had a nightlight throughout most of elementary and early middle school]. A lot has changed since then, I'm 20 years older, that house isn't owned by that couple, they actually divorced not long ago and their sons are both in college and travelling. I doubt they'd remember much from then, but since it was the first taste of what a home could be in Canada I have a fondness for it. I remember the room feeling very stuffy due to all the extra storage stuff and all our baggage in there. I really had no idea how much more moving I'd be doing in my life, but such is life in general. If you've read this far, thank you! Have a great day <3

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Hometober Day 8 Another day another drawing, "ready to PUNCH" from a lot of memories from visiting another childhood best friend Sammi at his house. We always played make-believe and wrestled in his parents' room before watching Pokemon on the TV. I always had a running start to jump him, hence the pose here haha. Same as before, thanks for scrolling!

Sammi and I met at church, our moms hit it off and so did we despite how shy we BOTH were. As soon as we started talking, it was basically routine to see each other every week if not every other week. He'd come over for sleep overs, we'd watch Clone Wars every Friday night or talk on the phone whenever he couldn't make it, and were just a disaster duo day or night, summer or winter. He was like a brother to me, teasing me and stealing my pillows, but also the OG wingman backing me up when my crush came over for a playdate. I don't know what it was, probably childlike aggression but I loved jumping him in the middle of playing on his GC with a punch to the groin and we'd wrestle and yank each other around but then immediately go and play games together. That bedroom was just the best place to be, the best bed for jumping and posing and the best seats for movies and games. I'd do anything to go back there one last time but the hours and hours of goofing around and doing his homework and roleplaying scenarios were the best of times.

Not long after I moved, he actually moved with his mom back to their country Costa Rica, so it was harder to stay in touch. But we managed a phone call or two, and some time back I actually got to see him again-of course he's taller than me-but we still got along and we shared experiences. He's still my little bro, I hope he can visit me and we can goof off again since we have similar interests still. Love you Isaac! Thanks for reading <3