Even though it's still chilly in March, it's already spring, probably because of the cheerfulness or pollen.
As usual, I eat the stretched ramen in the wrong order of the hair dryer and rice, and because of the tissue I don't remember, I spin the laundry twice.


It's been more than half a year since I started living alone, and I learned that the time I spend alone is so free and easy.
Also, luxury is necessary for mental health.

Luxury is at best going to TSUTAYA and borrowing DVDs or manga in bulk, buying a bargain novel at Book Off, or going to a public bath very occasionally.
Even though I bite into such a little happiness, every time I go home, I feel like I can't help remembering my grandmother's face, jokingly saying, "It's not too long!"


And in such a helpless feeling, it is a very troublesome fact that the morning and the night are tightly connected without any gaps, and this is the most responsive thing.
Until now, in the morning, I ate rice while looking at someone's face, called out to my mother who couldn't get out of the futon because it was cold, and waved to my grandmother who politely sent me off to the front door and left the house. No matter how unpleasant the night was, another morning came.
But now it's different.Listen to the siren of the ambulance running in the middle of the night and wait for the morning while feeling the shaking of the curtain reflected on the ceiling in the moonlight.And the day begins again without any boundaries.
I'm sure that the family's appreciation isn't that it's a hassle to wash or that meals are prepared, but that it's always felt when you realize that you've been there.


I don't even know what toothpaste is made of even though I've been using it for so long.
Similarly, I'm afraid that I don't really know anything about the people who were too close to me.But I think it's okay
Because I'll be with you forever.



Sea (updated 2021.03.12)