Today, I bought eggs...
Someone else's home? From The Enchanted Woods at Winterthur... ... for the first time in - well, a long time. Four months? And believe me when I say ours is a household that is very seldom without eggs. It's a weird, and very small gesture, I suppose. But somehow it was also a purchase that made me go: wow. We're really home. In our very own apartment. Not some pink motel room, not a rented house, not someone else's home. Just plain HOME. For the last couple of months: in the States - when we got back and stayed at my Dad's and my Mom's alternately, between work - on a jaunt to France with the family last week - home's been somewhere non-fixed and always fleeting. All of a sudden, it's place where you can keep eggs. Mind you, we were in for a surprise when we got the apartment back. I spend the last week (and still am spending a lot of time) cleaning the place and the stuff in it, 'cause the people that had rented it turned out to be little piggies...