Thursday, February 9, 2012


Whenever the topic "how many houses have you lived in?" comes up in conversation, I am that person whose response evokes the loudest gasp, followed by: "WOW, and I thought I moved a lot", or words to that effect.
Then I suspect my company arrives at a silent understanding, where they simultaneously also decide not to say out loud "this probably explains your lack of friends and an established social circle..."
Excuse the pun, but moving right along... 
Of all the places I have ever lived, where I live now is the only place that has ever felt like home. I suspect this has everything to do with the fact that home is where the heart is :-)
I really want to tell you the story of how I fell head over heels in love but was in a relationship at the time and how I knew I had to follow my heart but it was so difficult to say the words I needed to say but how, after much pain and longing, I woke up early one morning and, with only a tiny suitcase, left everything else behind as I jumped in a taxi and drove through the sunkissed, still sleeping city to be with the love of my life. Ohhhhh I really want to tell the rest of the story because that day was one of the happiest in my life and when I opened the door James had prepared something truly romantic for me... But that can be a story for another time...

Here's some iPhone pics from our little abode:

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