After having spent a month traveling, where I've been in Rotterdam, the red light district of Amsterdam, and of Hague, and downtown LA and in the Mission District in San Fransisco I'm now trying to get used to not being surrounded by coffee shops, prostitutes and homeless people.
This evening I went to a friend to have dinner. Before I left the piano playing son of the nice American couple came by to play. I've given him a key so he can come and use the piano whenever he wants. I love it!
Then one of my Airbnb guests came home with some sweet potatoes she was gonna make a soup of and asked if I had a mixer.
It's such a cozy feeling leaving the apartment knowing someone is playing the piano and someone else is cooking a soup there.
Yes, it's nice to be home.