Everyday where...
where my morning is normally embrace with the divine images of my daughter
where at its best, the morning light reflects behind my curtain
where I always come across with this view outside my window
where I settle myself in the living room
where I have my harmonious green tea and briefly read some pages of a novel
where I love to stare the women on a sort of a 'Victorian era' where fashion seen mostly in the 1840s till early 1870s in this painting despite the frightening frame
where I discern the bright skies in an open window
where the other side of the window allowed a boring view
where after my grand shower, I had to abandon the flat by passing this wide yet clean corridor
where when I'm going down I discourage myself to use the lift by pressing the button up instead of down to avoid the temptation
where I better stretch some leg muscles by using the stairs from second floor to ground floor.
where I take a seemingly usual short walk on my way to work
where I have my much anticipated hot black coffee in the office
where I ignite another long day of performing my job
where I eat my weird lunches like this fettuccine with spaghetti sauce in full enthusiasm
where I finally walked home after a stressful day of work
But those everyday walks are associated with distress and homesickness, the disturbing desire to be able to go back to my country.
I dedicate this post to R.E.M. band who announced their split a few weeks ago. Actress Kirsten Dunst (wearing Rebecca Taylor 'Black Ghost' cut-out floral dress), and artist/poet/activist John Giorno, star in their final single "We All Go Back To Where We Belong" in two different videos.
Both music videos were simple and easy, and watching them the whole length warmed my heart. It made me pause for a while at the slave of my
mundane routines. Rather than seeing them as sadness, I endure them with their
simple glory and to be thankful for every wonder they brought to me.
It seems like whatever I do I am pretty engaged for more months here until I have my holidays. At once, I temporarily embrace those moments with splendor, having done it almost every day for the past couple of years, I know one day I will go back to where I belong.
Yet, I wanna say happy halloween!
aileen
