The feeling

Waking up in a boiling room.
Eating sour milk with blueberries.
Reading the morning paper about library opening hours and other non-intersting things that has happened in the small town.
Listening to the rain while sitting in the giant sofa.
Having the coffee ready when mum comes home from work.
Playing with the neighbour cat.
Picking rhubarb in the garden on a wet morning.
Watching the classics on TV that reminds of a past childhood.

The feeling of being home is soon here.
And I cannot wait.