In the past 6 years I´ve moved 5 times, twice last year. Sometimes I feel like a gipsy.
I´ve had all sort of apartments. Studios, one bedroom, two bedrooms. Better buildings, worse buildings. Small kitchens, bigger kitchens. One of my places had the most distasteful combination of colors in the bathroom. Light pink or orangish tiles, depending on the light, with pale yellow sink, toilet and bathtub and black floor. Another apartment had a kitchen so small that in order to open the fridge, I had to step outside.
But most of them had one thing in common: natural light. This has become a conditio sine qua non.
Sometimes, I talk with people who say “but you are never home, why so important?” or “what do you need natural light for if you get home at night?” and I just smile. Sometimes I say “I need my photosynthesis” or “the artist that lives with me paints with light”.
Of course, I get that weird look and the conversation is left at that. Truth is that I´m the kind of person that is happy with small things. And light makes me happy. Getting off the bed in the morning and seeing the rays of sun coming through the window reflecting on my table while I´m having breakfast, makes me happy. As simple as that.
And of course, the beautiful pieces of art that hang from my walls, paintings that are always changing since they are made purely of light. And the fun I have chasing them. That makes me happy too.
I may be a gipsy, but I´m an “enlightened” one.