What a difference a day made, twenty four little hours....
We had posters, paintings, photos, pictures hang around our place. It was.
Once we took them down, rolled it up, packed inside boxes and tubes...I can feel the empty feeling...
Kind of weird or sad, I may called it, seeing those wall speak subdued color. Like no one ever occupied this place...Only pins left, made even worse view...
What a difference a day made, twenty four little hours...
1 comment:
Can imagine the feeling...
Mbak Ayu's place always felt homy, nice, warm, cozy with all those pictures hang on the walls. Compared to ours just right next door, her place looked more like an art gallery with all those nice stuff hang and put around. Not only that actually, it's more about her and her lovely family. That's why we (i, specifically) loved to come and visit them. Kinda helped with the home sick feeling sometimes.
Don't worry, Mbak. I think you'll have much more fun unpacking and arranging again everything back in Indo :> (She's a great decorator, you see)
See you again! (soon hopefully)
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