Moving on

In Stockholm I visited a lot of interior design stores since my friend was moving to a brand new apartment.
I got a lot of inspiration.
Too much, actually.
I fell in love with this armchair, I fell into it at least.
Very comfy. Almost fell asleep.
I want this one when I grow up and get a place of my own.

Later that weekend I helped my friend to move into her new crib and this week I’ve been moving my brother’s stuff into his new place. Next week I will help another friend move.
A lot of moving. I guess I’m the only one in my circle of friends that doesn’t have a place that I can call home. My home is where my heart is. I know, pathetic. Or poetic. Or both.

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