The Bubble

Finally

The renovation of our apt. was completed on schedule and we moved to our new home two weeks ago.  It feels so good to be back .  I hope never to leave this place.

Today at the port I bought new shoes.

Waiting

I still haven't settled down. I'm renovating an apartment here. I doubt if there's anybody left to read this, since you all must have given up on me. I do miss publishing, though, and plan to do this once I have my own pad. And my scanner. And my books. And my sofa. and my clothes. It's been too long without them. Two more weeks to go, one more sublet - the third since we came back, 4 months ago.

Friends

A bride

A street cat

Books

The bruise

Today at the beach

Living five minutes' walk from the beach is superb. Daniel is collecting shells for a science- class project.

More about home

And then there’s one’s parents’ home. Where one grew up. This is a very special house. Every scratch on the wall holds a memory. A life- time was spent within these walls. It feels warm and safe, embracing you from the moment you step inside and close the door behind you, like a chick in the nest that was carefully assembled by its parents; thread by thread, twig by twig. It has a special scent; that of sugar and cinnamon. A pinch of clove, perhaps.
You are not aware of the qualities your parents’ home possesses, and they are taken for granted. It is only when the safety, or the existence of this house is endangered that you become acutely aware of them.