Tag Archive: Home

Stockholm and other places

I will remember these days just as I remember those wild ones on the road, in the desert and beautiful, distant beaches barefoot, with sand between my toes I will remember these days… Continue reading

The journey, home, into my heart.

We closed down the café under a pink September sky, and walked slowly along the river bank. As we came to the point where our paths parted, she gave me one of her big… Continue reading

Where (s)he had felt most at home

“Whereas the tourist generally hurries back home at the end of a few weeks or months, the traveler belonging no more to one place than to the next, moves slowly over periods of… Continue reading

The greater plan

We had a plan. We were in it together. Until I made other plans. The decision had been growing like a storm in my head for weeks, maybe longer. A whisper that had… Continue reading

Familiar feelings

I wake up without an alarm, in my childhood room. I can’t remember when I last slept a full night. Still I feel slow. Still sad. My mother comes sit at my bedside… Continue reading

Living rooms

The late summer sun hits our windows… …stained by pollen and rain, it spills on our living room – the table with the Buddha statue, the plants we seem to neglect, the yoga… Continue reading

Train thoughts

I find myself on a train, somewhere in the Swedish woods. I’m at a table and opposite me is a fat woman who probably should have paid for two seats. On my left… Continue reading

Half-awake in a half-way home

From this corner of the living room I can see all the large windows and the green trees outside. Hear the chirping of the birds and watch the morning sunlight dance on the… Continue reading

Leaving one home for another

I moved into this apartment exactly two years ago. Having just come back from a seven months backpacking trip I was in need of a place to hang up my hat and drop… Continue reading

Busy being in love

I search for your name. It’s an old habit. But you’re not around. Or sometimes you are. And we talk for hours. But you’re still in Costa Rica and I can’t reach you.… Continue reading