Home is Where the Poison Ivy Isn’t!

Hello world (or, for my British readers, Hullo!)!

Welcome to the first post of my new blog; The Sheltered Life! With all the shows, blogs, articles, apps, and social medias focusing on the outdoors, (ov-er-rat-ed, am I right!), it’s way past time for a blog that gives the real story: the story of the IN-doors, the best of the -doors, as all of us in the IN-crowd already know!

I’m so excited to bring you posts about how to explore the fascinating world inside your own home.

Wooster and Jeeves, the world’s cutest pair of puggles, will be helping me come up with lots of great ways to make your house a pet-paradise, and I’ll even be heading right out of my comfort zone with some fun kid-friendly activities and some romantic hubby-friendly activities. Its the inside scoop!

But in this first post I wanted to answer some frequently asked questions right off the bat. Really, these questions aren’t frequently asked yet, since this is my very first post. So really these are only frequently askable questions. But since I’m answering them here, right out in the open, hopefully soon they’ll be never asked questions!

Q: Why is the url for this blog outofalldoors.wordpress.com?

A: For my first A, let me tell a story. I tried to get theshelteredlife.wordpress.com, but it turns out it’s already taken by the blog of a humane society chapter that hires homeschooled children to euthanize their un-adpoted animals. So I picked ‘out of all doors’ in honor of the dream that inspired me to start this blog.

Q: What was the dream, Maya?

A: I was lying on the floor of a house just like mine—only much larger, and with lots of doors on every wall. Dozens of doors. Scores of doors! But then, as I was trying to take in all the doors, they began to slowly disappear—one by one. 100 doors became 75, 75 became 62, 62 became 12, until there was just one door left, right in front of me, across the long, empty room. As I looked at the door I realized that it would soon vanish, too, and that I would never be able to leave the house again. (Oh, there were also no windows in the dream house—I should have mentioned that earlier) And then-poof!-it was gone. I was out of all doors. But instead of panic, a deep calm fell over me, and soon, the calm gave way to something magical, a joy that I couldn’t express. Why? Because I realized that I didn’t need any doors. I didn’t even want any. Indoors—where I already was—was the only place I wanted to be. Then I woke up. And I knew what the dream meant. I said to myself (outloud!) ‘I. Need. To blog.’ And the rest, as they say, is history!

Q: I’m so sick of all the ECO-maniacs on all those outdoor blogs and podcasts. Is this blog just going to be full of out-there radical politics, too?

A: Oh man, Q, I hear ya! But don’t worry, I’m no radical. It’s true, I love the indoors, but unlike those other blogs I’m not all negative about the other side. I don’t hate the outdoors—heck, my house, which is where is love to be, is itself almost entirely outdoors! So think of me as a moderate voice, bringing a little reason and perspective to this mad, mad e-world.

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