I woke up late today. I felt well rested and serene. I felt looked after and in love.
Sometimes is good to be all alone, take the time to cook a good meal for 1 and the time to eat it.
I was looking at my drawings the other day and I felt warm, it doesn't happen very often.
I have a bunch of things that I brought back from Italy and they make this home more homy.
I received a postcard and I remembered the old postcards from the early 40s in my granparents' boxes, those ones with the beautiful handwritings and the smell of dust and war.
One day my grandchildren will go through my box and look at the postcards from 2011.
