Maybe you missed us. Maybe you didn’t. Summer, travels, slowing down. All kinds of reasons why we were a little less present on the blog. But we haven’t sat still. The door in the wall is always on our mind.
Next week I fly back home. After being ‘home’ for almost one month. These past weeks I’ve been thinking a lot about what home is for me.
Yes, I said home is where the heart is many times. Because I believed it. Or because I really wanted to believe it. It feels like a reassurance, like my mother used to tell me when I was sad or hurt “everything will be all right”. No clue how, but I believed her and felt better immediately.