Wednesday, August 19, 2009

flying off to a better world

This world is mean, this world is unkind. My wallet was stolen in a middle of a move, just before I leave to see my family, making my last week here hell... I'm exhausted from running around everywhere, my soul feels wretched... I am running to my mummy!

Here is a little poem dedicated to the petty thief:

"...The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonored, and unsung..."

Breathes There the Man / Sir Walter Scott

Monday, August 10, 2009

first night...

Exhausted from the move and the brutal storm that hit Toronto, I spent the 1st night in my new hobbit hole and lay down there in the dark, listening to the unfamiliar noise, covered with deeper darkness than I am used to, seeing the pale glow of the kitchen window from my bed. I felt strange, almost unwelcome, but excited at the same time. Wanting to belong there, feeling the energy of the house, the air outside, the criters of the night... I have found a true home at last, something that feels like me! both ominous and wonderful. I wondered if the house has ghosts, if people who lived there before me were happy. Who were they, did they love it like I do?

Many unanswerable questions!

Monday, August 3, 2009

new home sweet new home!

Here it is! the 1st picture of my new home: The door knob of the kitchen door to the garden. Lovely is it not? So old and ragged. So much character! It has everything going for it... I mean the whole apartment ; not just the door knob. Moving in next week!

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