A lot of things finish today, Lost being one of them. But this post will not discuss this topic - yet.
This post is about saying goodbye to things that were both good and bad. English has a great word for the emotion that such situations give you: bittersweet.
Today I am saying goodbye to my flat of the last three and something years. And it feels utterly bittersweet.
This was the first flat that I got with my own money, it was the place of my independence. Although it didn't seem like that all the time, this flat was for my new beginning, in a new city, in a new (first, albeit initially part-time) job. I came here with no friends three years ago and the beginning was tough. Loneliness, lots of TV and general frustration. Then things went up and down and life went on. The sense of temporary reigned and I thought I was about to leave this city any day.
But then last year, almost this time, things changed. New life. Not always great, challenging at times, but new and exciting nonetheless.
And this year more changes. New house. My house. My own house. Never had this feeling before. I never wanted to be adult and conventional. But I guess resistance was futile. Now I am the ultimate 'young professional' with a big mortgage and new wooden floors. And I don't feel conventional. I just feel different. The same but different.
Sunday, 23 May 2010
Thursday, 13 May 2010
The importance of being earnest
I never write political posts but today I will make an exception. Labour lost, Gordon Brown resigned and Cameron turned the Torries into government with a 'historic' coalition with Lib Dems. This whole thing makes me sick. I have never seen a more opportunistic, insincere individuals as those two in government today. How can you work with someone that you called the bast joke you ever heard? I mean, David Cameron has called Nick Clegg a joke. And now he says he is the next best thing since sliced bread. I mean, come off it.
I understand that Labour had to go. I think it had to be punished, if for no other reason than for the war against Iraq. And although this was Blair's thing, it is the same party after all, and it had to be punished. But the Torries are not the answer. People who want to give tax cuts as incentives for people to get married, are not the answer. As JK Rowling said, this reminds us why we don't want to vote Torries.
But in a way, I think Nick Clegg is worst. Nobody knew this man a month ago, then he goes on TV, does a 'good' debate (which, for what it's worth I thought was simplistic and crap), gets hyped up like no other, LOSES seats for his party and in the end becomes the 'key-holder' for this whole election. He spent 5 days talking to the Torries AND holding secret talks with Labour, and then, like any slutty girl who double-times her poor boyfriend with the new handsome boy in class, chooses the new handsome boy in class. Who is also rich. And has gone to an expensive private school. And looks like an egg-head.
The only tragic figure in this whole story after all is Gordon Brown. The most uncharismatic man in the history of politics, but alas a sincere man, a man of principle who lost simply because he was not Blair (or Cameron with his pregnant wife, or Clegg with his 'charisma'-whatever). It pains me to see his stepping down statement, but it also makes me happy. It makes me happy that these people exist, that they go into politics and that they win, sometimes, even for a tiny amount of time, they win and they try.
As the man himself said, 'thank you and goodbye'.
Sunday, 9 May 2010
Sunday, 2 May 2010
Beautiful things
Always in my life i have been torn between my love for simplicity and my love for beautiful things.
My mother loves beautiful things, our house is full of them. Although I have grown my own taste for them, I have always felt a bit overwhelmed by them. Why do we need all these useless expensive things? This feeling was also matched with a dismay against my mother's own profession: decorator. A decorator, I used to think when I was younger, why on earth would anyone want to devote their life in putting things in a house and choosing curtains?
And then growing up, it hit me: decorators do not make beautiful houses, they make happy people. And things are not expensive and useless, they are just small reminders of places we have been to, artists we like, unique artefacts that we have found, in short our entire lives.
The reason I am thinking of these things and I decided to write this post is because I went to a lovely house on Friday night, a house full of things of beauty and rarity. But because the people that have it are nice people, and have chosen these things because they like them and because they make them happy, the whole thing did not look contrived and pretentious, it just seemed simply great: a beautiful house, with beautiful things made by beautiful people.
It is the person then, it is the person that defines the thing, not the thing that defines the person.
Nouveau riche people have made a much bigger disservice to beauty than they think...
My mother loves beautiful things, our house is full of them. Although I have grown my own taste for them, I have always felt a bit overwhelmed by them. Why do we need all these useless expensive things? This feeling was also matched with a dismay against my mother's own profession: decorator. A decorator, I used to think when I was younger, why on earth would anyone want to devote their life in putting things in a house and choosing curtains?
And then growing up, it hit me: decorators do not make beautiful houses, they make happy people. And things are not expensive and useless, they are just small reminders of places we have been to, artists we like, unique artefacts that we have found, in short our entire lives.
The reason I am thinking of these things and I decided to write this post is because I went to a lovely house on Friday night, a house full of things of beauty and rarity. But because the people that have it are nice people, and have chosen these things because they like them and because they make them happy, the whole thing did not look contrived and pretentious, it just seemed simply great: a beautiful house, with beautiful things made by beautiful people.
It is the person then, it is the person that defines the thing, not the thing that defines the person.
Nouveau riche people have made a much bigger disservice to beauty than they think...
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