A Year Ago

Exactly a year ago I was on the verge of a huge change in my life - about to start my first relationship and above all - about to move out and start living alone.

So much has changed in the last year, and I've gone through so many challenges and difficulties, but I don't regret anything, nothing at all.

I'm thankful for what I've got and to where I am right now, and the weight I was carrying for so many years has lifted exactly one year ago.

I'm looking forward to see what's in my future and about to  become my present.

Homes

This post is particularly special because this week - change will come. whether for the best, or for the worst, at last - my time has come to go out to the world and be on my own.

So I want to talk a bit about homes and their symbolic meaning. In the book "When the Earth Trembled in Haiti" by Ariel Bar, the Israeli rescue team comes at Haiti's rescue after it is shaken by a terrible earthquake at 2010. When they arrive there, the author tries to describe the Haitian way of life through their eyes and focuses particularly on the concept "home". He says that the term is being used quite widely, and is used to describe the fancy multiple-floors houses of the elite, but also the tin-roofed piece of earth that so many people in Haiti call home.


Where is my home? Not to compare my situation to those who were dreadfully injured in the earthquake, but I've come to feel like I'm living in a house rather than a home. I need to find my place. I need to find my peaceful tiny cavity to which I can call a safe place, a room that I won't be afraid to enter -  my real home.

A few weeks ago we stopped by our cousins and saw what an amazing house they've built for themselves. It was incredible (as you can see in the attached photos). But what impressed me most of all in this place was that they all called it a home, it was their spot in the universe, where they feel safe, serene and themselves.

I've said above that this is a time of change for me. And that's cause I hope that I will finally find me a HOME... I'll keep you posted.

Say Hello to My Lovely Friend

The winter.

When it's burning hot from the coldness outside - I'm happy. I truely am. And it's not only because of the great fashion that the winter presents (layers, colors, and general cosiness). It's also because in the winter I feel alive. The freezing wind that slithers through the clothes, the amazing beauty of a wet city and the flourishing of trees, flowers and bushes - they all make the winter a great time to look around and appreciate the world we're living in.

This winter is going to be a time of change for me, and the time when I'll be, for the first time of my life, moving out to live by myself. And it's such a good time to be living in....