some kind of sweetness

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Živijo, hello new place of residence.

(for the record here, I am going to likely be typing more z's and v's and accents then I have in my entire life in the next nine-ish months that I'm living here. quick pronounciation guide: the little v'accents [I call them birdies], make words turn into their h-version. so like... z because zh, c=ch, s=sh, etc. and j's are like y's. mmhmm. right. SO MANY SOUNDS, ALL THE TIME, IN ALL THE WORDS, and usually a very skewed ratio of vowels to consonants. aka they never use vowels. it's amazing to hear.)

So I have found an apartment *trumpet fanfare, the victorious kind*
And I'll be moving in tomorrow *repeat fanfare*

*celebratory/mandatory lamp post swing dance photo*

Here are some pictures from today, and also the little things from life, and the good. 

Namely that I found The Little Prince.

And there are these colourful macaroons in the place beside our hotel and it reminds me of La Patisserie  and goodbyes that couldn't end and I imagine they always will.

And there was an accordion player in the city square as we walked out this morning, and after a night of dreaming about camp, it felt right and comfortable and familiar and a twinge, a titch of don't-do-this-to-me feels because who even knows where I'll be next summer.

And there was a fair set up with these booths with green and white canvases over them, of volunteer/philanthropic organizations in Ljubljana, and one of them was the TEDx tent for the University of Ljubljana, on the 14th of November. Oh oh.

And these mushroom at the open market that my grandma's friend would make cookie-replicas of, and they were delicious. 

And sunflowers that made me think of you.

And hilarious signs. This one told parents to take children in hand. 

And views of cities that don't remind me of Kathmandu because you can see everything, East and West and North and South and it is all there and it is amazing, and I will come to know this. This is from the view tower of Ljubljana Castle. 

And on the little corn-and-cheese boat tour we took on the river Ljubljanica this afternoon, we travelled under many bridges, one of which was the bridge with the locks from the lovers who locked up and "throw away the key so love lasts forever, but I say keep always a spare key", from our tour guide.

I don't know if I would, keep a spare key, that is, because look at how beautiful life is on any given day, and love is part of that, and loss it too, and hurt is too, and all of it means something in the end, and there is no easy way out but to let it hurt when it does, and pass when it will, and be what it must. 

tea

streets

Nepal 

And we had tea at lunch and walked down these streets, and there were things that said Nepal, and I hold Nepal just here and it is funny how these things pop up, you know?

And I know the cynical world just wants to throw it all away and say forget it, it means nothing, none of it means anything, everything is random and it does not matter, but I don't.

I don't want to say that and I do not want to believe that because it is something wonderful and something beautiful to find the little things that tie life together into this strangely moving and alternative version of poetry to be read like some kind of sweetness. 

And this is some kind of sweetness, to see these things and find my journey converging in ways that have me wake up doubting and then dance in the shower to wipe away tears and forget fears and walk outside hit by another language and not remember where in the world I am and do so much more than everyday and go to bed smiling, in the end, because when the day begins there is nothing to know yet of it, and by now, by just now, it is these wonderful and warm and wide feelings and reflections in mirrors of a face that has seen the sun and colour and remembered what it is that makes roses special and deserts beautiful and other people and stars and something more than what was before.

still wondering what to say.

-k