I’ve been moving house quite a lot the past couple of years (6 times in 2 y).
For me home is a feeling that’s created by past, present and future experiences within. And I haven’t had that pleasure for a while.
And today I heard that a great opportunity just wasn’t going to happen. I know I have to be flexible and move on to be there when the next one comes into focus, but saying farewell to a dream isn’t that easy.
This picture reflects my sadness and in some degree my state of being: Steadily working my way home.
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