Home, Sweet Home

After talking about it for so long, I finally moved out and it has come together so nicely. It feels strange to have my own space (discounting house sitting last summer for my brother) where I am not dependent on other people’s routine, just the cumbersome jumping up and down of neighbour kids.

While everyone tells me I am crazy, I have decided to forgo owning a television altogether. It feels wonderful to return in time and cook meals the old-fashioned way without unduly distractions, to read books instead of being glued to the television set. Moreover as an obsessed tea lover, it is lovely to wait for my kettle to boil as I listen to the birds chirping outside my kitchen window.

Now I just need to bring my library of books home and I am set.

As for buying property, R., it is a worldwide phenomenon, but I think it is time we scaled conspicuous consumption back particularly in view of the wobbly housing market and America’s housing crisis. In my case, I have never followed the Jones’ and I shall buy a house (a condo or a townhouse) whenever I find myself ready in all sense of the word. In the meantime, I am living in a beautiful neighbourhood and in an apartment (in a quadruplex, really) that feels like home and responds to my criteria of what that means at this point in my life.

25 Live

The wait is finally over.

Tonight, I will see George Michael in concert.

Most of my life has been punctuated with liner notes from his intricate storytelling and beautiful music. This soulful artist has been a constant source of soothing influence in my life. In particular, I grew up on his music on the cusp of the post-Wham years and his beautiful soul and artistic vision have allowed me to mature unlike any other singer. He is an incredible artist who humbles me time and time again.

Through tumultuous times and joyful moments, George Michael and his interweaving wisdom and seductive mots justes have kept me company, allowing me to wallow in my pain during the grieving process and draw strength from within. Through the years, his melodic poetry introduced my precocious young mind to a world of bittersweet, emotional drama in succinct and yearning tones as well as garnering sensitivity towards the waning social capital in veiled socio-political songs that burst our weary hearts into action.

After the concert:

He rocked my freakin’ world.