… the traditional blues song opening, made famous by BB King (that’s his Gibson guitar called Lucille on the left). But there was nothing about having the blues this morning. Quite the opposite as it was the first morning waking up in the new casa az that things felt normal and that there was some sort of natural routine going on. Not just that awful “camping out” feeling, not being able to find your socks or the cat meds and stuff like that. Plus, because I’d repaired the broken shower, dealing with the way-too-small bathroom became that little bit less annoying. Also, most of the tiresome paperwork involving the switching over of utilities is almost over, and although there are still a few “handyman” jobs for the landlords to take care of, at least I know they’ll get done.
And so I woke up this morning and, after coffee in bed while writing a blog post for a client, I got up and showered, went out to the supermarket, came home to a relatively organised kitchen and did some prep work for tonight’s dinner with soon-to-be flatmate Jessica. Before that I have a class with AgustĂn – I usually go to his place but he’s coming here because he’s dying to see my new home. Meanwhile, I’m here at my desk working on some stuff for other clients. And well … it’s great. I love it. Living and working in my fab new light-filled space.
I’m home! 🙂
This may sound silly but I am already missing my home so much, and I’m still here! I first noticed it a couple of weeks ago when the “tunas” were singing outside my house on the night of the Inmaculada, when traditionally they sing all night to the Virgin in the square down the road, and I thought “this is probably the last time I’m going to hear this!”, and I got ridiculously SAD. It was almost like last spring when I was listening to the procession of the 
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