When I am coming home, I am entering an island. It is a place where I can tell the trouble and struggle of the day to stay outside. There I can be me. I make my home a place that mirrors me. It is decorated, painted, and furnished the way I love it. It is light and sunny, and cozy and comfortable. Of course, I need to go to work, do my shopping, go to appointments and more. But even if I did not have to go outside I would not want to stay inside my apartment all day. I need to breathe in and get in touch with life. And once I return, I enjoy “coming home” even more.
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Thanks a lot, dear friend 😊
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