Alone

I'm in the house Antonis and I lived for the past 2 years.

I'm listening to Amelie OST. And then it's Leonard Coen. And then it's The Motorcycle Diary OST. And then there is Apoclyptica. And then there is Norah Jones. And then Celtic music. And Philip Glass.

I was dreading the return to the empty house.

But when I got here, the house was full of light. Full of love. Full of goodness. Full of memories.

So I relaxed. I'll stay here until I feel it's right to leave. I''ll give myself time.

Freeda sleeps next to my bed and Grizanah, the cat is pregnant. Next week she will bring her kittens to the light. Her big belly is funny and the kittens move inside.

During the illness I almost did not like the music Antonis was playing. Now, I play the music all day long. Hundreds of CDs, I've listened to all of them at least once. The soundrack of this relationship, the start, the middle, the end... So many sounds and so many memories...

Like I always do I try to figure out what will I do next. My next job, my next house, the animals...

Take your time kid! Listen to the music, look at the photographs and relax.

You will know when you will know.