March 16, 2014 § 6 Comments
The more I travel, the more I would like a nook of the world to call my own and come back to. A place where I can drop off all of the fabrics and souvenirs that I find in the world, a place where I can just “come home” to and not worry about anything. Take a nap, be passive, hibernate, get reborn, then set out again when the toes get restless.
One day I will have such a place, I know.
For now, I am taking out my desire to make a cozy house at Mr. Italian’s flat– he doesn’t have much say in the matter. This is what happens when you leave me alone for two days:
Also… I told Mr. Italian that I would get a cat for the house before I left again. I don’t think that he took me seriously. But, now there is a cat, in addition to a couple of birds:
Of course, a chalkboard needs a chalk holder, so one of the mini flower pots of the house has been assigned a new role:
Mr. Italian and I were reading The 4-Hour Work Week, in which we learned that it is “better to ask forgiveness than permission.” So, I merely applied that knowledge. But, just in case, for good measure, I also laid out all of the goodies that I brought back from Istanbul: