Take my love when all that you can see is the raging sea all around us
At about 5pm this evening, I sat on our couch in the living room (the couch with the fushcia mink blanket) with my warm custard bread and a caramel tea latte. One of my favourite CDs was playing; I put my feet up and started to browse through magazines to find a birthday cake (preferably chocolate) recipe for Matt’s birthday. I had spent the entire day cleaning our home after our housewarming party yesterday, with Sigur Ros playing in the background. I washed and swept and mopped and chuckled when I realized that the house seemed cleaner than before the party. I put the sheets and tea towels in the wash. And then I put them in the dryer.
I got up from the couch and walked into my room to retrieve yet another magazine from the growing pile next to my bed. As I stood in the doorway and noticed how the evening sun was streaming through my courtyard door (my room looks out into the courtyard. It’s perfect.) and casting shadows on my red quilt cover and how bright my entire room felt, I had a moment. In that moment, I realized that I love my home. I love what we’ve done to the house and how we’ve made it into home. I love my huge, light-filled room which is breathtaking. I love how I assembled all the furniture by myself. I love how my room reflects the me I’ve become- a beautiful, confident, happy woman who has a fondness for poetry, pretty things, photography and clothes. I love the Monmartre poster above my desk with the couple hugging chastely (the woman in the poster has her lips against the man’s neck and I think she’s whispering something- “hello” or “goodbye”. Is it a parting moment or not?). I love the pink gerberas I received from a couple of my friends for the housewarming (“Flowers for a flower”, Anita said.).
And then I had a dilemma, as you do. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to go back to the living room (with flowers and fairy lights) or stay in my room, cuddle up with my red heart cushion (“It’s for when you need a hug”, Angie said. “It’s for when I need some lovin’” I say. We laugh.) and enjoy the last hour of the spring sunshine. I stood still for a moment and then decided to bring my drink and bread into my room. I sat and reveled in the blessedness of my life.
I got up from the couch and walked into my room to retrieve yet another magazine from the growing pile next to my bed. As I stood in the doorway and noticed how the evening sun was streaming through my courtyard door (my room looks out into the courtyard. It’s perfect.) and casting shadows on my red quilt cover and how bright my entire room felt, I had a moment. In that moment, I realized that I love my home. I love what we’ve done to the house and how we’ve made it into home. I love my huge, light-filled room which is breathtaking. I love how I assembled all the furniture by myself. I love how my room reflects the me I’ve become- a beautiful, confident, happy woman who has a fondness for poetry, pretty things, photography and clothes. I love the Monmartre poster above my desk with the couple hugging chastely (the woman in the poster has her lips against the man’s neck and I think she’s whispering something- “hello” or “goodbye”. Is it a parting moment or not?). I love the pink gerberas I received from a couple of my friends for the housewarming (“Flowers for a flower”, Anita said.).
And then I had a dilemma, as you do. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to go back to the living room (with flowers and fairy lights) or stay in my room, cuddle up with my red heart cushion (“It’s for when you need a hug”, Angie said. “It’s for when I need some lovin’” I say. We laugh.) and enjoy the last hour of the spring sunshine. I stood still for a moment and then decided to bring my drink and bread into my room. I sat and reveled in the blessedness of my life.
posted by Genevieve at 11:32 AM
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so nice your new room!!! wow!
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