There was this phase, was it two months or more. I have lost the track so maybe it was even longer time when music didn’t sound right. This past week I have again started to enjoy it. Even if it makes me feel completely torn, I can’t be sad. As long as it makes me feel something I know everything’s fine.

These photos of my Easter don’t snow the endless piles of clothes, cables and things we categorized to “keepers”, “fleamarket”, “trash”, “attic” and “who knows”. Now the apartment looks good but there is a hell inside most of the closets still.

Today our dinner (tteokbokki in the 2nd last photo) landed from Seoul along with some of my favorite magazines. How lucky!