For some people home means nothing. They can live everywhere and in fact do not feel this weird need to have, own a piece of land, those bricks, stones, roof, windows, doors and call it mine.
I dream about one… this is why I am so obsessed about homes, house, buildings…
But could I live here? With waters hitting my floor?
Or here? Too small? But what a view!!!
And all those colors.
Tiny windows will keep me warm during winter… or not.
But what about a shop? Only fishing? Nope…
I need a roof.
And a church more far far far away.
And more loneliness.
And space of course.
But could I live on a tiny rocky island? I mean really tiny!!!
Or maybe not?
Or maybe I live on one. Perfect one. Which I love so much!