In my home are a multitude of collections I have amassed over the years. Right now I am sitting on the sofa in the living room and to my left is a five shelved display cabinet filled with seventeen professionally painted monster models from the past including those old Aurora ones (Frankenstein, Wolfman, Forgotten Prisoner, Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde, Dracula, Creature from the Black Lagoon, Phantom of the Opera, King Kong, Mummy, Bride of Frankenstein, Witch, Hunchback, and Godzilla. Beside that is my great-grandfather's library desk and display case which has in it such things as old roller coaster tickets, fossilized shark's teeth, a piece of fabric from the Graf Zeppelin airship, a near mint vintage Rolleiflex camera, a mint condition old Argus camera, and an old sideshow gaff that was probably billed as the World's Smallest Mummy. On top of the case is my great-grandfather's old fiddle, a bugle from the Spanish-American War, carvings by my great uncle, and an old mantle clock. I have amusement park ride models in a curio cabinet along another wall. In the music room is a Hammond organ and a computer that I am downloading old family photos to. In a spare bedroom is my great aunt an uncle's 1930s art noveau bedroom set. In that bedroom is my grandmother's old stand alone cedar closet which houses my vintage 1920s roller coaster blueprints and house blueprints. The family room contains my magic illusions, another Hammond organ, and my 1885 piano. Numerous other musical instruments fill my home. I feel like I live in a museum of my family's heritage and my life. That makes my home comfortable to me.
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"My journey has just begun."