Thank You For The Music

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I can get quite sentimental about objects. Maybe that’s because I’ve spent many years on my own, living alone, working for myself, travelling so much, which made me learn to appreciate the company and comfort certain things can provide. Not ALL things, of course, I’m not a hoarder and actually I have quite a minimalist approach to the owning of material goods, but there are a few objects I cherish, which have been through a lot together with me, which have stood by me and kept going even when everything else seemed to fall apart (like the water cooker that’s been with me 15 years now and has tirelessly boiled water for my cups of tea across 5 countries).

If I can consider these few objects my friends, then there is one among them which has been my absolute best friend ever since we laid eyes on each other. And, as it also goes with human friendships, for reasons hard to understand and as sudden as a chameleon snapping a fly mid-flight with its tongue, I lost it. Continue reading

The Train Museum

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This month’s highlight of our Toddler-Mama life has been, without a doubt, the trip to the Train Museum. Now, when it comes to toys, we have a tendency to keep them as gender neutral as possible and follow V’s cues as of what he likes without any of that “you are a boy, thus you need to play with cars” nonsense. Unfortunately though, V does not like dolls. He is not interested in fairies and tea parties, he could not care less about glitter. Despite our efforts to broaden his horizon, he just loves cars. And trains. Actually, any vehicle with wheels will do. On the day of the trip, V and I took a bus, then a real train to a station where we met Continue reading

The Owl’s Visit

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Can you imagine not seeing your best friend for two and a half years? I can. Actually, I know exactly how it feels (it sucks). But on the other hand, when after such a ridiculously long time, your friend finally comes to visit, the intensity of the joy you feel is *almost* worth the wait. And you forget about it quickly anyway cause you’re too busy catching up, laughing out loud on the balcony till the wee hours of the night. My friend stayed with us 10 days, she met my son for the first time ever, and turned out to be probably the coolest Auntie in his Harem. They climbed chairs together, stole small Continue reading