Moving into a new home is somehow like departing for an unknown destination. You wake up in the morning, looking for familiarity, but there is none. In this journey to the unknown, neither the wallswall paint nor the couple of objects forgotten by its previous owner can bring you one single memory.

However, you put down your luggage, setting the stage for a daily routine and your future life, one day at a time. A, a life that, in my case, is now written for three members.

Pamuk is the four-season notebook of this new adventure in which my eponymous cat leads the way. Whether she is enjoying a gentle ray of sunshine, hunting on the emerald green tiles or lounging in a sky full of stars, she shows off her gray coat with ease through every corner of this new universe. An, an ephemeral spot in which we shall spend the rest of our time.