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.