Melbourne Week Four

This week I went to Sydney. I was staying with my friends and could not help but notice how comfortable their apartment was compared to my hotelroomliving. I concentrated on the corners of their apartment, the placement of photographs, the blanket on the couch, the candle sitting beside the remote control.

Back in my hotel room, I concentrated on my bag on the floor, the toilet roll being folded into a triangle by the maid, the old duvet cover which must have soldiered over 1000 washes. I scanned the walls, seeking any identifier of Home. My book. My hand cream. My cup of tea that I left sitting out.


I find it interesting how easy it is to stake a claim on the standard amenities in ones house. Sometimes all it takes to make it yours is a pot of cream: