Home

I love going home. To my parents house.
The house is a very peaceful house that makes you come down to your senses.
I love being around my mom and dad. They do the same back.
I always get the urge to drive to their place each day. But i don't want to brake the spell. I love to be at my apartment as well. I wake up at 7am, all slept in and fresh. The house is full of light and always cool and windy. I never miss the TV. I read, paint, write, chill, clean and cook. If i get bored and have no car i walk to the roman catholic monastery which is on a mountain. I hate the building itself because i have a distaste of roman-catholic buildings (they creep me out for some reason). But the building is on a very nice hill and i have a lovely view of the town and the sea and it's quiet and peacefull and i listen to my little radio.