For the last two Sundays, I've made a point of getting outside of my room and enjoying the courtyard we are lucky enough to have in our house. Sveta seems to like it, too:
Sitting out here, it's surprisingly relaxing. The sounds of the neighbourhood echo around. Kids playing, birds chirping, neighbours chatting and the occasional plane.
I'm noticing small characteristics, too. The way the vines from next door creep down the fresh, white walls of the courtyard…
The lorikeets feasting up above…
I'm beginning to appreciate the intricacies of this house… and in the process realised that this house has become home.
