Tuesday, October 13, 2009
There are times when I feel a bit lonely and my house seems too quiet and I wish for someone to be here with me. This is not one of those times. Lately I've been enjoying the solitude of my life so much. My apartment is small - the smallest space I've lived in for a long time - but perfectly cozy. I am surrounded my stacks of books and warm blankets. I like a clean house (that's called an understatement) and my house is frequently clean and easy to keep that way. I love my balcony - I recently planted a yellow mum out there and it brightens the whole area. I keep the guest room ready for friends or family; it's nice to have a place for visitors. In the mornings I get up and make eggs and toast and curl up with the kitty on the couch. I have a great view of the sunset each night. I like coming home after a day away, and it feels peaceful to step inside. Most days I feel overwhelmed with gratitude for what I have here. It's a perfect space for me.