Big or small?

I lived on a small, tiny surfaces. In a crowded big city. I lived in a tiny apartment where someone was above and under and next to me… where there was no privacy, where everyone knew everything…

I have lived…

In many places, and always felt like in a cage.

Even when I was the one deciding where to live… it was always… too small and I am not a hoarder.

Even in our last rented cottage which appeared to be a mold house… and destroyed our furniture and my books… I felt like in a basement.

I had no idea that I needed space so much. Because… the outside is here. All around me. I moved to the island and… I have it. Nature. All around me. I can go out, breath… I can swim, I can…

I blame tourists for my feelings.

We had so many of them and leftovers are still here. Loud, leaving litter and noises. Not caring about nothing else except themselves.

I blame them…

Them so loud, them so disturbing, scary even, so… restitutionary, claiming, always with pretensions… I was taught to always be gentle with nature and people I was visiting. Always to say hello to every house, rock, person… always be grateful, always be calm, gentle too. And always listen…

This is not normality anymore.

But now, I have home, where I can dance.

And breath finally.

Maybe I have only 4 chairs, 4 plates, 1 table and mattresses. We have bathroom, we have a corridor… and so little things. But we have space. So much space. Light, which is overwhelming and…

Soo… do we really need big?

Does size matter?

Or maybe all that “small houses” talking is only a media thing?

Capsule hotels?

For sure not for me…

And yes, I am aware that there is so many humans on this poor globe… no idea why. I am not adding to the tribe. I need space. I need space to breath. I need my personal space not to be attacked by anyone…

I need it! For my mental health!

And I do not want to share it.

Yeah, selfish me, right? I want trees, I want oxygen… fresh veggies, peace and quiet. I want my life, which for many of you is a strange life, with no TV, no microwave… 

With a view.

Why so many people have those weird needs to disturb my own space? Why do they have to approach when I work? Claiming, that I take photos for too long, photos of sand and waves. Not humans.

Why they got to yell at me, with no reason?

What is wrong with you strangers… WTF!?

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