lately I’ve been thinking
December 21st, 2005
One definition of adulthood (from Garden State): when the concept of home (where you can go and everything will be ok) is forever lost. Your childhood home becomes your parents home and there you are, somehow homeless in the world, drifting. (until one day, maybe, you build a home for your own family)
I’ve lived in three places on my own, but this is the first real home. One that I somewhat reluctantly leave for a few days to spend at my mother’s. My christmas is here, even if our mini christmas tree experiences a premature death. Kaisa says: If I ever find someone, I hope he is a plant person, you know. I agree, but am willing to make do and buy christmas lights because those we can’t kill.
And what about home, but people: a marathon phone discussions -friend; a male best friend you make dates to drink gin and tonic in pyjamas with; a best postcardwriter best friend all the way in England; And lastly and most importantly a bad-day-want-to-get-a-take-out-watch-a-movie -flatmate who is really a sister. Love you all.