Yesterday the man who’s young Labrador I may
borrow if there’s a client with dogs anxiety, asked me if I could watch the dog
this weekend. Unfortunately that’s impossible, a next time it will be great but
now it would be madness. Lately I am thinking more and more about a new dog but
to borrow one once in a while will be much wiser at the moment.
I removed the curtains of the living room in
the old house last night. This day I’ve spent painting the walls in the new
house’s living room white. And when I came “home” at the end of the day, it
suddenly didn’t feel like home anymore, in the old house. The colors were too
much and the windows too naked. In the
meanwhile, the new house doesn’t give me the comforting feeling of coming home.
This made me wonder, but I’m almost sure I did experience that different eight
years ago. It was very different then.
Anyway, this morning when I drove there the
song of Little Talks from Of Monsters and Men blaring of the radio touched me more
than ever and before I could stop them the tears were streaming down my cheeks.
Can’t help it but today I feel homeless. A little like Remi from Nobody’s Boy
by Hector Malot. I don't like walking around this old and empty house. So
hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear.
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