Month: March 2019

The Roommate

When I get back home, something has changed. For starters, I’m not sleeping in my own bed anymore. I have a roommate.

You see, Gram is getting old. Very old. And though it pains her to admit it, she doesn’t feel as comfortable living by herself. So when she asked me, her great-granddaughter, the only person with space in her house, if I could open my door to her…

Of course, I said yes. Having her close is worth sleeping on an air mattress, and that’s without even mentioning her cooking. The first breakfast with her here is something else!

At night, under the rain

I’m very rarely in Windenburg at night and this side of the city is absolutely beautiful. It’s still raining, but I decide to go for a jog around the modern neighborhood anyway. As usual, good training for when I’m back in Selvadorada.

Gardening Day

It’s Gardening Day! You may remember it at this yearly holiday where my family gets together to garden. Gram says this tradition was born from our ancestors in Windenburg, who made their fortune from gardening and wanted to make sure the skill was never lost. That’s about as much as Gram has ever told me about our family history, so I decide to take this information as truth.

The weather isn’t the best this year, but Gram says it makes the plants in her herbology’s shop back garden happy, and I suppose she knows best. I’m happy I get to hang around my family for the first time since I moved out, even though Cléo and Cyril are totally paying more attention to the basil than me.

Gram doesn’t only talk about old family lore, though. While everyone else is busy, she says she has a favor to ask…

Routine on the Plaza

After that first jog around the neighborhood when I arrived, I included lunch at the stalls by the fountain in my daily routine. It’s the summer, I get to enjoy the sun on my face as I eat something I did not have to cook, and in some ways, it reminds me of the marketplace in Selvadorada.

Sunny Mornings

There’s music from Selvadorada playing all day long in the house now, from the minute I wake up. Sometimes Lola allows me to rumbasim with her in my arms. Gardening Day is growing close, the neighborhood is bright and alive with colors, and the checks from the Archaeology Association and my publisher are still rolling in. 

Unpacking

It feels more like home with my favorite artifacts feeling the voids on tables and shelves. And Gardening Day is coming up again, so maybe it’s time I decorate the house? It feels odd to do it by myself for the first time, but I’ve been taught well.

Distracted

It doesn’t matter if it’s in Newcrest or Oasis Springs, my first love remains my work, and I have more space than ever to practice.

More occasions to be distracted by Lola, too. I realize all of this is also a big adjustment for her.