home, i, me, my

I'm discovering myself again in the music I used to listen to and the things i used to read and write. its funny to rediscover yourself like this, having being buried in someone elses world, in their domestic life, their records, their food. this is not a bad thing - let me emphasize. i use spices i never used before - i use dill as often as possible. i fucking love tea. especially the funky mixed tea with black and green tea together and rose petals. but to hear again the songs that used to guide me, and read the poets who used to form my world, it is so refreshing. to dream again of home.