Hello

I really don´t know how to come back to this blog. It´s been so long and so many things happened that I don´t really know where to start.

So for now, let me say just “Hello!” till I find the way to narrate what´s been going on in this far flung kingdom …

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Every story comes to an end

This house was in my parent´s house for as long as I can remember

This house was in my parent´s house for as long as I can remember

I still remember the first time I went to Milton. It was a house that had certainly seen better days. Its gray walls with peeling paint, the distinctive smell of damp. The bathroom was tiny and the kitchen was a greasy hole. The room upstairs had a window the size of a dog door. The patio overlooked a hallway which walls were covered with moss. The rooftop had a dilapidated room full of garbage. As if it were yesterday, I can feel tears rolling down my face. I couldn´t believe my parents had bought that house.

My father said “don´t worry, I´ll fix it and it´ll be beautiful house”. It sounded more like wishful thinking than a plan. Secretly, I was thankful I didn´t have to live there. I had moved into my brother´s apartment.

My father fixed the house. He changed spaces. Where there was a kitchen now there was the main bathroom. Where there was a big bedroom now there was a very big kitchen, the room upstairs changed the dog door for a very big window, the dilapidated room on the rooftop became a green house, the hallways was cleaned up and the whole house was painted with bright and light colors. In less than a year it became a very beautiful house.

Life has funny ways. Lot of water under the bridge since then.

My brother´s death caused my moving into Milton for the first time. My parent´s death caused my moving into Milton for the last time. And Milton? It was growing old, little by little, witnessing our lives.

Every story comes to an end. It was time to say goodbye. And I couldn´t help but thinking that I was leaving the house in almost the exact same condition it was when I first saw it, with peeling walls, worn off colors, damp, completely damaged.

hall

hall

window overlooking a hallway

window overlooking a hallway

hall

hall

my parent´s bedroom looking at the living room

my parent´s bedroom looking at the living room

This is the room where my mother created the most amazing pieces of clothing

This is the room where my mother created the most amazing pieces of clothing

Main door from inside

Main door from inside

stairs to the rooftop

stairs to the rooftop

lady´s

lady´s

boy´s

boy´s

kitchen

kitchen

bathroom

bathroom

patio looking at the front door

patio looking at the front door

living room

living room

I went over the rooms, one by one, they were empty, silent. The feeling was that of a set, when the shooting is over and the lights go off and the actors leave. And there is silence, stillness.

And I turned the lights off and l shut the door.

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And I cried like the first time for the last time.

The Universe

Thanks to two friends from here, I now get letters from the Universe.

Here’s what the Universe wrote to me this morning:

You’re the kind of person, Ellen
Who’s hard to forget,
A one-in-a-million
To the people you’ve met.
Your friends are as varied
As the places you go,
And they all want to tell you
In case you don’t know:
That you make a big difference
In the lives that you touch,
By taking so little
And giving so much!

Ellen, you are so AWESOME! For your birthday, friends and angels from every corner of the Universe, including buddies you didn’t know you had, will be with you to wish you the HAPPIEST of days and an exciting new year in time and space. You won’t be alone!

Isn’t it lovely to be greeted with such enthusiasm?

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It’s very early …

Have a good day people!!!