It is wonderful enjoying the silence of two, nearly three storeys all by yourself. I was waltzing up and down the stairs like an idiot, fooling around, permitting the cats to join our inner walls(dad hates cat hair on the sofa), doing the laundry and finally tidying my room. At times it tears me apart being alone and I can't stand my very own self, mostly I embrace those situations though.
And while others are drinking beer, naive Ari is still sipping milk. Warm milk with honey and cinnamon.
Listining to: Charles Trenet - La Mer