The Day Before

The day before Chief and mate moved out completely, I lied on my naked mattress that was on its way out the next day....with its bed....listening to Wiegenlied (some nice German song I don't know its meaning).

In many ways, this apartment is everything that I've envisioned since teenhood of where I'd lived where I `grow up'. This pad is a far cry from what some of my friends have: bungalows, swanky apartments and plush sofas...but you see, what I have now is also very far away from my shared bedroom (with my sister who now lives in a nice house of her own) with a table fan we grew up with. Mind you, it was the master room in the house and my parents gave it up for my sister and I.

As I wiped clean the dining table that will become mine the next day, I looked around and imagined how the hall will transform by next week…the next day in fact. The white Ikea sofa will go, the huge TV set and Astro, DVD player will go…so will the speakers, and the washing machine.

Well, I know I will not have TV for a while, unless my new housemate puts one on. But there will be corsages decorating this space. The music stand will go to the hall, where I hope to be spending many hours doing vocals and polishing new songs.