Life in Storage

We rent a room from a man in the village, a room in which we have stored our childhood things.

The best way to get rid of pesky neighbors: "I don't have time!"

That's what happens if you live your life all over the world.

This is my sofa. One day I will repaint and reupholster it. I'm feeling the creative twitches sparking inside me already. My mother also gave me six sundae glasses, the old-school tapered glasses that require round scoops of ice cream and whipped cream and cherries; the man who marries me will be very lucky.

My grandfather's old paint books, brushes, and paints.