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It's odd, isn't it, how having a personal claim to a place can make it something more than just a building or room?
[Lust's tone and expression are thoughtful, rather than puzzled.]
I've stayed and lived in dozens and dozens of places, but they never meant anything. They were just that - places to stay, a point to return to. Even the pleasant or almost-permanent ones weren't particularly noteworthy and made little impression on me.
Why does choosing and laying claim to a place as yours suddenly make all the difference? It's such a strange quirk of emotions. Is it normal, to form some sort of emotional attachment to a place just because you've decided it's going to be your 'home'?
[Lust's tone and expression are thoughtful, rather than puzzled.]
I've stayed and lived in dozens and dozens of places, but they never meant anything. They were just that - places to stay, a point to return to. Even the pleasant or almost-permanent ones weren't particularly noteworthy and made little impression on me.
Why does choosing and laying claim to a place as yours suddenly make all the difference? It's such a strange quirk of emotions. Is it normal, to form some sort of emotional attachment to a place just because you've decided it's going to be your 'home'?
