New home

Because it is a home.

The home, not a house. Not a building.

In fact it started to live in me a year ago, and around that time we had no idea that we will be living here. All I know, the old house was killing us. Luckily I was painting in a different place, so my paintings which are for sale were not touched by this… I will call it a plague. Or my own restlessness and of course negligence of the landlord.

Yeah, they suck.

Still…

I heard this home whispering to me. I saw crows, which as polar bears and moose are my spirit animals… I knew, but also was so freaked out, because how? I mean really!!! We can not afford it? We pay so much for this awful dark house, that… it is like crazy. So why not pay the bank…

And it happened.

I have the home.

And yes, those are photos from our first morning here…

Not even a home, but THE home… amazing, lovely, full of light. And… I know I have lost a lot… And pain is still present, I need time to heal, but I already know what paintings will be born… if someone would buy the old ones. Packed in plastic. Living in a lovely yellow shed with a window… and the view.

Yeah, even my arty Kunst-shed has a view.

I have one now, my own…

So spoiled!!!

Few days ago we figured out that there is a light outside. Because we had so much cleaning in the old house that we did not inspect this Gulehus Misio, as I cal him… oh yes, it is him. Weird, right? Still… We are learning each other. It is like… you fall in love but then you learn. The whispers, weird sounds, normal sounds. The new aromas. Wooden softness of the floor, finally not burning my ass. Tiles in the kitchen and this space… especially because we have lost the furniture, we really have only a table, one chair and two soft chairs gifted with a puff.

And few books…

The rest of them is dead and I am still mourning.

But…

Now I wake up to the light which I can turn off with shades! LOL And I have a lovely wooden terrace, and space…

Have I mentioned the space?

For many of you it is normal, for me, always living in some kind of cages, it is not. It is new!!! It is… mine.

And I feel like it always has been like this. But myself… myself is changing again. And it is a scary process.

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