We were naively excited to get the keys to our new apartment today. To say that the last tenant left without cleaning the place up might be a teensy weensy bit of an understatement. Ok, yes, I know, in Greece it is standard practice for the incoming tenant to clean the apartment, paint it and [...]

I was going to write about tiredness today. I was going to write about how we may have found an apartment. Finally. About how it comes with a huge veranda and equally huge holes in the wall that I will, if I’m lucky, be attempting to repair on the weekend. I was going to write [...]

Hurdy Gurdy’s make the saddest sound when wound slowly.

This one quietly plays the melody of home: the scent of eucalyptus, the crash of ocean waves, the smell of a neighbour’s bbq on a hot summer night, familiar handwriting on a gift tag, whispering regrets and the love of missing pieces.

I am bitterness and want, absence and longing need.

Irreparable.

i want your taste on my tongue.

I am softness and pain.

Patient willingness.

Pliant, quiet, complicity.

I am hidden liquidity.

i want the sight of you.

I am sorrow, loss, rage.

I am petulant sullenness.
Defiance despairing in need.

I am aggrieved.

i want your mark on my skin.
Anemone by Jim @ www.unprofound.com

Recently we’ve been looking for a new apartment to make our home. Yesterday we found ourselves willing to pay 100 Euros over what we had originally budgeted because a place we’d found promised a back yard. In the centre of Athens, finding an apartment with a backyard, of any sort — even if it is [...]