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somewhere out there

home. such a magical word.


to me, there aren't certain types of home. everywhere can be home, a shore, a mountain, a caravan, a tent - wherever you can feel the peace in the deepest of your heart. there may be family members, a lover, a friend, a pet. or maybe only a coffee cup which makes it all familiar. i used to have a dream house, with many big windows and white, high walls. no furnitures. many books. big pillows. a huge bed with white cover. many frames. many candles. and two coffee cups. i don't think too much about it anymore, because i don't know what i'll have (or not) in the future and i don't want to be disappointed. (the reason why i'd say only one more coffee cup now...who knows maybe i'll end up alone) i know that overthinking about what happens next will ruin the surprise, so i'm trying not to. just let things slide, they say...


i haven't found a home yet. there are people i feel more comfortable with than the others, there are places i love more than the others but that's it. there is no place that i just breathe in and feel everything is alright. i'm actually not looking for it, i somehow know that i'll feel it when i'm at the right place...


will i ever be at the right place? what if i never will be?


ps. thanks sooo much rich for your wonderful gift! :)

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Taken on June 18, 2012