This is where I used to live. This is where I called Home.
This is where my husband and I were happy.
This is where we walked our dog , Tate, every day, everywhere.
We would sit in a cafe with Tate and while we had coffee or wine, the waiters always brought him water. Sometimes a treat too. Tate and my husband and I were so happy in Buenos Aires.
I daydream about returning.
I am cautioned that nothing ... Nothing .. would be the same.
Nothing is the same here too..
But some day , maybe in a year more or less ... I will go back and see for myself.
Right now I am waiting for a couple of people who saw my house, to talk to my realtor and hopefully make a nice offer.
When that happens, I will make my offer on my new little (old) house.
Lots of things happening, lots of ideas and hopes and dreams.
Lots of memories .. a few tears .. trying to look at the bright side, be brave.
Yesterday was a warm and sunny day, I got some new freckles on my nose , from messing around in the garden .
Today it is chilly and very windy and the kitten and I are happy to stay indoors and snug.
Blankets and good books and a squeaky toy are all we need.
I am going to go to a shelter to see a cat.
An elderly cat that might need us to love it for the rest of its life.
Once I am settled in our new house, a puppy will probably be moving in .. wait until Minette hears about that ! We won't say anything yet, there is plenty of time for that.. so much to do yet.
I am overdosing on magazines about homes.
Design, decorating, ideas ... oh ... my ... goodness... so many ideas !!
I will get a notebook and do it right .. be organized .. remember where the notebook is when I need it.
Time for tea.
In Buenos Aires, we would be walking to a favorite cafe, I would have my tea, my husband would have his glass of Malbec. We would be planning where/what was the story about Dinner.
Times have changed.