I was lucky.
Even though I burnt my lunch and dinner the day before–an entire six-inch organic spinach pizza. But because that one afternoon of bad timing–just five minutes–was sandwiched between two good days, so I was one happy woman after all.
Before that day, I had visited a friend’s house. Condo, she called it. Townhouse, I told Donna what we, in Singapore, would refer her humble abode to.
The outside view of her home
05 Jul 2010
Happy July 4th! That’s what people say to each other today in Iowa. I said that to the smiley lady cashier with short blond hair at the supermarket too.
It has been a week since I’ve arrived in this city of literature. Ten days of reading, writing, more reading and more writing has not dampened my urge to want to read more. It has been such a liberating experience for me. Until now, the TV has been sitting in my room, observing my every movement and listening to my every breath, without uttering a single sound, as I haven’t allow it to. So, living without a TV is okay, after all, when there are better things to do.
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