`Next door #01` - 3rd December 2019

My first little girlfriend next door.

Our daily `goodbye, see you tomorrow` kind of ceremony was,

`banging the entrance door ` as fast as, as loud as possible,

for our main entrance doors were facing each other with a short distance of 3m or so.

I was only 3, or 4 years old at that time. It was before our entry to a nearby kindergarten.

In the ordinary, seem-to be eternal evenings, after listening of a call from my, or her mother, we do come home together from our adventure in the neighborhood.

The warmness of the Sun was slowly leaving its traces through the pinkish colors in the sky, echoing somehow with the smell of homely cookings from each house in that area.　A sense of home, for such a time flow.

The same way as my father, her father was a teacher, moving from a town to a town every three years or so.

Our family was the first to say good-bye, or her family was?, I don`t remember now.

But, those seem-to-be eternal evenings and our all interactions were, eventually short-lived.

During those times with her, I started to learn a piano. I guess, looking back like this now, it was very much from her influence. I felt a kind of being lonely, or say left-out feeling, soon after we entered a kindergarten and she got herself busier with piano, ballet, calligraphy, etc out of her mother`s educational list. So I followed her, or simply as a little girl, I might have thought that was a way to keep our connection alive, say, simply to catch time with her.

Anyway soon after, our family moved to another town, my piano along with me.

`Next door #02` - 3rd December 2019