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She had grown up in a small home: one floor, carpeted, and undeniably cozy. Though she had fond memories of curling up in front of a hearth that would heat the entire house, she bought one that was much larger and undeniably much less cozy.

By dino, October 30, 2014.
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When she had viewed the apartment a year ago it was simply a series of small and drab concrete boxes, but it was all she could afford. The grey weather of her adopted country and the grey walls elevated her homesickness for Columbia. Every month she saved money for paint, pictures and furniture, always choosing the oranges and reds. She hung beautiful candid photographs of her loved ones, her Mum preparing plantains, her Dad chopping fire wood. She played the songs she had grown up with, the beauty of the Spanish words seeped into the walls and the floors giving them life. She bought vibrant cushions and soft fabric throws, flowing curtains hung by the window. Now there were plants at her kitchen window vying for space with the cilantro, her favourite herb. The air was perfumed with aromas that took her back to a childhood of love, up tempo rhythms and dancing. Now it wasn't small, it was cozy.

By gregtyson, October 30, 2014.