Owatta

In April I took a picture of this house around the corner (sort of, I don't really have a corner, more like curves) that was under construction. Why, you ask? Because it ocurred to me that I would be here when it was finished. That was a strange feeling for me, because I'm never in a foreign place that long. It felt good to be in this country and know that when that house was finished and ready to be a part of the neighborhood, I would still be here. And that I would have seniority over its eventual inhabitants.

Well, here it is as of today, sans inhabitants, but finished. I think.