Alternatives

So we´re in Las Palmas. Grand Canary Islands. For most people that reads tat. Tacky. Cheap. Nasty.
We´re seeing it in a different light. My old housemate Carmen now lives here. THis is her home. So it´s different to see it from a someone´s-home perspective.

And she has made us feel so at home. She took a couple of days off work, baked me my favourite cake. Bought me my favourite cheese. Made us a special bed in her beautiful new flat. Has gone to great lengths to make us feel like this is home.

Home. That word still scared me and warms me at the same time. I am still not sure what home is. We´ve bought a house. We have planted roots and is London home yet? I am still undecided.

Carmen´s life here compared to her life in London is a 360 degree turn. Her parents live down the road. She now works half day and the other half she helps out her dad at his architecture firm (she too is a trained archi). And then she comes home early to prepare the meal for Pablo -her adoring husband...and life ticks on. Slowly, comfortable, agreably. Hassle free. Another world.

It´s an option. If I think of a possible life in Cape TOwn we could have the same. Slow pace, good weather. An agreable life.
Not sure if I can give up the chaos that is now such an intrinsic part of my make up.
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Is home in your head, or is it created by your environment?
Does it come in time when things fall into place or do you have to work at it?
I want "home". Not sure if I want it now? But having spent time here at "home" it´s pretty attractive....

let´s see....