Home That Is

Back “home” (wherever this actually is for me).

I guess the most closes place to home – in geographical terms – is where my father lives. Which is Norway at the moment. Although his life isn’t anywhere close to be as unsteady as mine, he also isn’t known for living too long at the same place. One is safe to say that my restlessness comes at least as much from my father’s side as from my mother’s. I love them both for it – this way life never becomes boring.

So now there is this single weekend before I leave for the Pacific. I intend to enjoy it.