Garden

Someday I will have a garden, even if it is a balcony garden with lots of pretty ceramic pots and miniature hot-houses, and a pretty wrought iron table and comfy chairs. And I will have roses that smell of summer. (This rose is from the neighbour's garden, from last year.)

Someday I will have a home of my own, not too big, but a space of tranquility and comfort, with lush fabrics and bright colors and cats.

Ah! Tea, woll..wooll...blankets of wool and a woodpecker

I have a camera! And it is cool! And it is chilly outside so I rather not put one toe outdoors until I must. Although today looks pretty decent. Fresh but no wind and birds chirping. I might go hunting for a Blåveis or a Hestehov. If I find any I'll post pictures. Too early for Hvitveis yet, but if the weather behaves there might be some just before I leave for Spain again.

Yup. I am home in Norway and for once I have managed to hit spring. And I can see the sun!

It is good to be home and just slug about without anyone getting worried or think I am weird. I suspect slugging-genes are not abundant in zaragoza. At least not in the people I know. I think most of them could benefit. There is something to lie in bed all day reading and munching chocolate and only get up for bathroom visits. Without being sick. Or depressed. Just lying in a cocoon of warm eiderdown and new bedsheets revisiting favorite worlds and drinking tea. Without ANY PLANS! No plans. No list of stuff to do. No "I'll slug until three and then.. " Obviously I can do this because I do not have anything to do, much. I mean, I brought notes, but I am going to study some at work, and in the mornings when doing evening shift.

Obviously I am not going to be a potato for long. I work Thursday until Sunday with the ever lovely mix of day and evening that leaves me more tired than night shifts. Weird stuff.

Home is where the heart is?

Where is Home? How do you know when you are Home? What is it really?

I read a blog that asked these questions and it got me thinking.


At the moment I call two places "home". One is in Norway, where I lived 10 years, where my father is from and where my parents still live. The other is in Spain where I study and live with my boyfriend.

But neither of those are cities where I can be comfortable about living "the rest of my life". The question that follows is: is there any such place for me? For anyone? I have not travelled that much, so it is very possible that "my place" is out there somewhere. It will have the Atlantic ocean close. The smell of sea is one of my favourites.

But also, I believe different places can be the right home in different times of life.

Where is your Home? If you have found it, that is.