Posted by Claudia Moser
on
4:56 PM
It is very hard to explain how I feel. I'm so happy to be with my mom and granny, to sleep in my old room, to walk in my neighbourhood, to see familiar faces, to meet old friends. But at the same I miss my husband, my house, my current environment. It's kind of being torn between two worlds. But actually I realise how lucky I am, to be able to enjoy both. Currently I am in my favourite coffee shop, Friends, waiting for a friend, with a cold lemonade and an ice coffee in front, smiling at me. Life's good!
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"A story is not like a road to follow … it's more like a house. You go inside and stay there for a while, wandering back and forth and settling where you like and discovering how the room and corridors relate to each other, how the world outside is altered by being viewed from these windows. And you, the visitor, the reader, are altered as well by being in this enclosed space, whether it is ample and easy or full of crooked turns, or sparsely or opulently furnished. You can go back again and again, and the house, the story, always contains more than you saw the last time. It also has a sturdy sense of itself of being built out of its own necessity, not just to shelter or beguile you."
by Alice Munro
