Friday, October 20, 2006

Pieces that Matter









Many of you have asked me to send some pictures of my new home in order to give you an idea of what it's like, where I rest my head at night, where I stretch my legs at the end of the day, where I dream, laugh, live. Here you go. I walked around the house trying to figure out what would best describe this nook of mine and I decided on those things that I wake up to that make me smile, that help me feel at home, that carry a piece of my past and a piece of now. The living room is absolutely amazing at precisely noon when the sun bathes it and creates shadows of lines and angles. You have your choice of sitting in the corner table, the perfect table to write all my confessions on, as if you were in a cafe, but better. The white washed table is perfect to sit all my roomies on to eat and talk and the armchair is my savior at the end of the day. From the large windows, I have an amazing view of the lives that unfold in Barcelona, directly in front of us lives an opera singer who plays the piano daily, a man who sneaks out to have a cigarette on his balcony, an older man who sits in his reading chair every evening to read the paper. Directly below, there is a cafe that is constantly full and the man knows to hold my keys if I ever need him to...a long time fantasy of mine.

Then there is my bedroom which I am in love with. A small room with warmth that protects you, especially when you most need it. I have opted for whites, ocean blues and reds, the colors that most represent me right now. I have my favorite pictures on my night stand and an amazing red curtain that flows in the breeze as I sit to write on my makeshift desk. This room represents exactly what I feel in Barcelona. Passion. I couldn't be happier with what I have, all I'm missing is a good painting or two. In due time, I suppose.

My roommates are god sent. They come out of their rooms when I arrive, they greet me, they have made me part of their lives and I feel welcomed. We celebrate thrusdays by getting beers together, Sundays by watching movies, and life by eating and sharing our daily lives. I'm blessed. And as the days go by, I feel as if my roots are being planted more and more and there is no looking back, only forward.

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