So this autumn, I wrote my first letter to her, back in summer. She worries, I know her. She is dying to know what is on here in 2022.
Your new home is just as sweet as you would dream of as a kid.
Your new home is small, warm, light, sometimes dirty and messy.
You are alone and at the same time you are not.
Your new home feels like a playground you always used to go to when you were a kid.
Your new home feels like the summer love stories in 2017.
Your new home feels like discovering a new song and putting it on repeat until you start bleeding from your ears.
Your new home feels like the hug from an old and dearly missed friend.
Your new home feels like your little brother asking you for help.
Your new home feels like the one face that is always looking for you in the crowded place.
Your new home feels like waking up in here and realizing it was just a dream.
Your new home feels like looking for your phone and finding it in your pocket.
There are a lot of feelings you could compare it to. But you have nothing to worry about. You can be calm waiting for a departure. Spend all your time with friends. Smoke that last cigarette and get ready for an adventure!
Remarks by the author
A letter to myself in the past, before the big change in my life.