Sitting in my wardrobe/flat yest eve sewing buttons onto my coat it hit me again how much I miss having a home. I don't necessarily mean to own a home, more to live somewhere that feels like a home.
For three years now I've lived in places that have been "temporary solutions"; time might have dragged on and "temporary" might have turned into "long term" - but the feeling has always been the same. It's just for a little while; It's just until I get a pay rise; It's just until I've settled into my new job. And still; when I have moved on, for whatever reason - it's been straight into another "temporary solution".
I miss my flat in Kalmar; I miss decorating; I miss spending a whole day making sorry excuses for pies; I miss having friends over for drinks; I miss having proper storage; I miss the feeling that this is my home.
In Sweden I bought furniture that I wanted, if I thought I could afford them. In London I buy furniture that are as cheap as possible, if I think I can stand them.
And no, I'm not saying I'm moving back to Sweden - or even that I would want to at this stage. I just wish I could get that feeling of my home over here.
It's just until the economic climate changes.
L x
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