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I love the way my house smells – old and sweet. The rooms glow with afternoon sunshine through the bamboo blinds (when I sometimes steal away for lunch at the casa) and everything feels calm, quiet and very much like coming home… which makes sense, I guess.

Other things that feel like coming home:

Hugs
Eating marzipan
Reading books while it’s raining
Pajama pants and nice soft pirate t-shirts
Grilled cheese sandwiches (with tomatoes and garlic)
Jasmine tea
BBC programming
Piles of collage pieces
Pretty notes in mailboxes

I spent Friday evening with Nick – eating, drinking and talking. It was very good. In some ways, it was also like coming home.