The faded green on "my" borrowed walls....

New walls. New surroundings. Same city. New responsibilities. How does one get rid of roaming cockroaches or unclog a clogged sink? Music all day long. Flat mate. Friends welcome, for a change. Space in the mornings, warmth of friends in the evenings. Helpful neighbor? Nosy, intrusive neighbor? I still have the company of birds. Paintings on the walls, soon, we’ll have plants. Tweet, tweet, the birds sing their morning song.