Springvley, 41st Autumn 227
My dear Khami,
I am terribly sorry to read about the roof, this is heartbreaking. Did the storm damage anything else?
If my memory does not fail me, the town council accepted to help with the repairs when the wall was damaged two years ago. Maybe they will this time too? The Dimadon House is a well-known and well-appreciated landmark in the good Figmentian society, I suppose the city would not like it to remain deteriorated.
To answer your question, I have indeed already tried changing flat. I asked more than once in fact, walking all the way to Springvlayan Housing Agency headquarters. Alas, my formal demands were to no avail. Apparently, the company still has no other flat to lend. That’s not too surprising, given the town’s size. Besides, even though I am better off than I was at home, my salary means I am nowhere near able to afford a purchase.
Of course, a few insistent visits to the company, they promised they would warn me should they find a spare apartment. In the meantime, best I can do is wait and accept my fate and resign myself to living there. Who knows? Maybe, if I try hard enough, I will manage to call it home?
Yesterday, I noticed a lot of the shelves in my kitchen lacked any screw, ropes, or holding mechanisms. They were simply stuck to the wall, almost as if they are protruding from it. In fact, in some cases I could swear I saw a continuation between the patterns of the wood in the wall and that in the shelves. Of course, that could be acceptable, if a little uncommon. What really struck me, though, was that when I put some jars on the shelves, they would still move. They would creak and bend, as if taking the weight of some things much bigger than my jars.
This morning, the kitchen shelves were held solid by a wooden frame.
On a different note, things are actually moving forward with Clouds. In fact, we have had dinner at their place several times recently! I have rarely gotten along so well with someone. They have this… energy about them, it just seems to make everything more bearable.
In fact, I am feeling bad not to invite them for dinner myself already. They really seem interested in knowing where I live, and while they do not really understand when I speak about this uncanny, dizzying feeling the house gives off, they would really like to see the place. The thing is, I’m afraid. The place may very well scare them away, and prevent whatever it is that is growing between us from going any further. Or even worse, what if it proves the house has nothing wrong about it, and I am the one incapable of adapting to it?
I am confused and uncertain. While I miss home, I am glad I am where I am now. I feel… alive.
With love,
Plume
