I'm lying in my parents hammock on their verandah. They bought it when they visited me in Mexico. This verandah is my sanctuary. This.whole house is my sanctuary. I'm lying looking out.over the garden. My 'playhouse' (a tiny cabin which i got for my 6th birthday or something like that). The berry bushes. The ruhbarb shrubs. The trees. It's raining so there's a comforting sound coming from the.roof of the verandah. This house is so familiar to me. I know every inch of the garden. It's my childhood home. And to a certain extent my adult home as well.
I love being here. Nothing feels more like home than the familiar views, sounds, and smells of this house and our street.
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