At times I have a strong sense of my heart's duality: an overwhelming urge to embark on new adventures tempered with an earnest desire to be homeward bound. I find I'm at my happiest when I have both in equal measure. The sights and sounds of new experiences fill me with exuberance; a passion and thirst for life. But after a while I long for the familiar home comforts which keep me grounded and safe. The scent of my favourite Yankee candle, homemade spicy butternut squash soup, airing clean laundry, lavender-sprinkled pillows and above all, being surrounded by my loved ones and treasured possessions.
Since moving into my new flat in Blackheath, something else has absorbed me: light. Great shards of light that stream through the windows, catching everything in their path and casting over them a glowing halo. Our flat, spanning over three levels, enjoys windows on three sides, and being situated on the vast, flat expanse of the heath, we do not have the burden of buildings to block the sunlight from pouring in.
I've been wanting to capture this beauty for sometime, and one particularly bright day this week, I finally grasped it, as the sunlight caught the edges of my vase of tulips in the most heavenly way.
I also thought I'd share with you one of my favourite spots in the whole flat: a low-level window on the stairs where I like to wedge myself deep into the corner with a magazine and feel the sun on my face. Definitely one of life's most uplifting feelings.
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