Sossego

There she was.
Laying in a generic apartment.
Listening to some generic music.
Wandering from room to room
Giving up on actually feeling home.

She has always been proud of her adventurous "not-attached-to-land" life style. But something has happened. She suspects she would love to have her own blender, her very own fridge with her very own fresh vegetables and a spices rack.
Right out of the blue, she started skipping over parties just because. She started having this genuine feeling telling her there was nothing there to look for. How weird.

How could she find a place to rest her soul?
To feel ease.
To feel home.