Missing My Space

This is my space. Where I live, love, laugh and most of all cry. I'll have to admit that moving to another country has been much, much harder than what I thought. I miss my house, my life, my street. I miss the bakery I used to have breakfast at, and the view from my windows. I miss the mountain, and the waether. But mostly I miss my house, this one is rented including the furniture, and it is a nice house but never in my life I would of decorated it like this, it is a matter of style. This house is just not my style. Can I tell you a secret from the bottom of my stomach? I DON'T LIKE IT!  It's dark like a cave, and it has dark wood furniture, and ugly floors, and you can't open any windows because the neighbors are right infront. I feel terrible saying this, because after all I have a house to live in and I am grateful for that. But I really wish it was mine and that I could paint the walls, and buy furnitue in colors I like. I don't want to sound ungrateful, I apreciate having a home, but It is just that I realized how important is my living space for me, and how it affects my happiness. How nice it is to like and love the spaces you spend most of your time. How important it is to feel inspired by your surroundings. I'll have to do something about it.

52 WEEK CHALLENGE

Talking about taking my art more seriously I decided to do a 52 week challenge. 1 picture a week seems fair, not daunting like a 365. I´ve had my delays, but I am very happy with the end result so far. Not all my pictures are great pictures (if any of them are at all) but I am happy that I have been doing my homework. This is how it looks.

::21/52::

Thinking about my new years resolutions.So far I have accomplishedÑ

- healthier eating (more raw food, juices, no red meats, no wheat, and no dairy products...at least not everyday)

- I have been meditating on a regular basis. Who am I kidding.

- Shooting more pictures and taking my art a little bit more serously. 

MEMORIES

My father had beehives as a hobby when I was a child. We had hives in our garden. when he collected honey, our kitchen was full of sweet dripping hives. You could take a piece of honey filled wax and chew it like gum, it was heaven. During dinner bees came in through the window and we were not allowed to scare them away, instead we had to stay very still until they went away. I thank him for this respect to nature that he taught me. He passed away two years ago, today we would be celebrating his birthday.