how unearthing to just have the one wine glass, the one coffee mug, the one water glass, instead of a cupboard full of crockery.
how surprising, an unexpected cushion corner, because of selecting stuff.
how inviting, the very last time in my bed in the leaving place, on the floor for the occasion. the mattress shamelessly unmade.
how appetizing, the last few pieces of freshly baked savoury pastry (atlantic herring & dolmades rice, if you wonder), and one mandarin.
i'm whispering....zen like...i love the one wine glass the one mug the unmade bed and i want some atlantic herring..yum....
ReplyDeleteAaaaaah er is tijd voor genieten,ik ben blij voor jou.(en het hoort allemaal bij de verhuismelancholie zeker....)
ReplyDeleteOh wat goed..dat je kunt genieten!Moest wel lachen om je,je was vanmorgen alweer heel vroeg op.Lukt het allemaal een beetje...de verhuizing?
ReplyDeleteAls het goed is ben ik a.s woe helemaal verhuisd,dan kan ik echt alles gaan uitpakken.Hoe is het met je kachel afgelopen?
Liefs Ingrid
This post is so beautiful
ReplyDeleteYour sensations really reached me :)
Big kisses sweety
what a moody post, love it :)
ReplyDeleteI love sleeping on the floor, it always feels like I'm on holiday.
Oh this is coming to the end of a chapter and your starting a whole new book! Hooray!
ReplyDeleteI think there will be 2 glasses and 2 cups and so on, your just too cute!
zen tijd
ReplyDeletegeniet
in stilte en rust
That's a great post, love it!
ReplyDeletehow zen! you are living it:))
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