Yesterday, I got a call from my cousin, saying I should go over to their house because her sister is going to Canada in a few days, and they were having a small get-together of family and friends to wish her well. I didn’t hesitate, I agreed. It was a nice, little celebration. When I arrived at their house, I saw all her luggage packed and ready to go. I felt a small pang of jealousy. See, I’ve always wanted to go abroad, maybe get a job there and settle down. I just don’t feel like this place, where I am now, is where I’m supposed to be. I looked at my cousin, and I wish I were going with her. Oh well, I do know that if something is not meant for you, it’s not meant for you. So I just enjoyed myself in the party and wished my cousin a safe and enjoyable flight.

I recently visited the new house of a good friend of mine. They have just finished decorating the place and she wanted me to see it. The house was finely decorated, it was simple but very classy. I liked the theme, it’s like a cross between country and urban. The bit I liked most were the bamboo blinds hanging over the windows. It gave a fresh, country-like feeling to the place, I felt like I was in a rest house. I usually see venetian blinds in most houses I go to, but those were like a breath of fresh air. They gave the whole room a sense of calmness. I liked the whole theme, to be honest. Two thumbs up!