back at home… a phrase that, even after over a year,
i still feel uneasy saying. and i am not bothered by
the penny plain furnishings, as long as the bookshelves
are full, or the lack of a proper bed, when the folding
mattress does the job. because this is all i really need,
apart from a desk with a lamp and a fairly comfortable
armchair. and yet, something is still missing. or maybe
someone.
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