hömé föur

The story about how I decorate my soul, and four is the perfect number for my little family, my wife, Samantha and Haeden. Together, we are hömé föur.

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hömé föur

I wanna live life, never be cruel

 I wanna live life, and be good to you

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I wanna fly, never come down

and live my life, have friends around

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I just moved to my new place and it is absolutely stunning. I walk around in awe that I actually own it. It’s like a dream, but it’s also empty. I’d moved so much in the last few years, and for my entire life, that i pretty much sold everything i owned when i made my decision to live in Seminyak. The kitchen set, or what will eventually be the dining place, the rooftop to standing conversation with buddy while drink beers and lots of joints, is completely bare; the bedroom has rattan carpet and stone carving on the walls and that’s  much of it; but it, too, is not four, its just me, just one, and empty.

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I set two priorities: my bedroom and hobbies room. Ultimately, hobby’s room will takes times so i decided to started there now. What should i prepare: Canvas Holder, equipments for paintings, table for keep my memorable picture and to writings, and all the paintings.

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I wanted to create a space that was bursting with color and screamed, “This is a Moussa’s room.” I already had a bright maroon crib and a neon yellow rocking chair, which was a perfect starting point. Using a homemade quilt as inspiration, I went for a cotton-candy look with black and white. As if that wasn’t man enough, I added a yellow rug and another one that is aqua blue with masculine lines.

“Trees, owls, and butterflies fill the walls and as a final touch, i added the sun! its so natural and remind me with all of my beautiful past.”

If I’m feeling overwhelmed with decorating or making new place decisions, I just walk into Hobby’s room and a beautiful sense of calm fills my heart and soul. I creating a home, a place filled with my own choice of colors, furniture, and endless bounds of love.

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“I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.”

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Pic taken by: Jeremy Kessel (Photographer)

Literature by: Moussa Isaac Askey (Blog Author)