Going home

Going home feels like going to a safe harbour, wrapping yourself with a comfort blanket, the world around suddenly seems slightly less strange. It is place for no make up and all day pyjamas, grandma’s apple pie and a hot tea with lemon. And it always feels awfully short and in a blink of an eye it is gone. It becomes a comforting memory to remember. Memory of a moment when the world stopped spinning for a while.

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