It's a Thursday evening. Only 101 days left of my writing project. So I'd better make them count, huh? I'm listening to some Norah Jonas music. The power is off tonight. It went off a bit after 6. I'd just... Continue Reading →
So I am doing this reading challenge with my sister. 50 books in one year. 52 actually, since one of the categories is 'a trilogy'. Either way, I'm doing not really well. I've read like 15 books or so and... Continue Reading →
I miss home. And by home, I mean where I grew up. Apart from a couple months in the fall I haven’t really lived there for five years. That was no problem at all. I have lived in the most extraordinary places during those past five years. I have loved every second of it. Living on my own suits me well. But I have to admit that I really enjoy coming home for a visit and not having to think about laundry or cooking for a little while. Last weekend I spent a bit of time at home again after a month or so. As soon as I stepped into the freshly painted kitchen, dinner was ready and I could just eat along.
Yesterday I wrote a little bit about my little romance with the city I live in at the moment. Especially if it gives me a beautiful scenery in snow. But today I got to think about that end part of the movie. When we flash forward to five years later and you see what could have been instead of what is. I don't want to give too much away for those that haven't seen it yet. But one message remains. Life isn't always a Hollywood movie with a happy ending in the fairy tale type way.
Good friends are those that can ask you critical questions. I still remember one of those moments. We were getting of the car. Not at a random parking place, but on a boat from the UK back to the European main land. My friend asked me: "Don't you just have too many close friends?" My instant response was no. I mean how can you have too many friends? But once in a while, when I sit down in solitude with a cup of tea and write a letter to a friend far away that I wish I could talk to more often, I start to understand that it isn't always possible to be friends with everyone all the time.
When long days become late nights, you know that blog writing isn't going to happen anymore. After I came home last night (a.k.a. very early in the morning) from an evening with friends. During the card game we played I already realised that my brain didn't really function anymore, so writing a proper blog wasn't going to happen. So jeeij! You get to read 3 blogs during your weekend! One of the things we talked about was our future lives. Time is a weird, flowing thing. We all have awfully detailed pictures in our heads. Not of ourselves. From each other.
A week ago the new year started. That evening I realised that I was actually going to move in the first days of the new year. Literally a new start again. I've had so many of those moments in the last two years, that I didn't really look forward to doing it another time. But I also knew that this was the decision I made earlier and that it would all turn out okay. And it did. We are now a week further and I can truly say that I am blessed with a new home. Something today made a difference. Today this new house became a home.