This train keeps rolling on
I'm staying at a friend's flat while she's in India. It's full of rugs and little orniments and le creuset dishes which are all making me feel like I'm living in a grown-up home. I still blue-tack posters to my walls. It's funny to see my little things in amongst the things that belong here. I wonder if I'll ever have a home. Every year I move somewhere else and I think if it keeps happening I'm going to have to embrace it and become a nomad. At least, if you don't have a home you don't need to worry if it doesn't feel like one.
I'm a bit in love with Johnny Cash, arn't you?
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