Home, sweet home

Lovely! I’m back home for the first time in a month. Started the day with a champagne breakfast and then shared a taxi to the airport with a Canadian dressed in drop dead gorgeous eyelashes. Mmmmmmm

I’m impressed of how many people there are waiting in the arriving hall. People with signs, flowers, flags and arms ready to hug the one they missed so much.

As usual I just had the huge picture of the waving Queen and King welcoming me to Sweden.

However the best feeling was when I opened the door to my dear hovel, place Shitalurv, my apartment. I took a deep breath, filled my lungs with the sweet smell.

A smell mixed of painting, dust, cosiness and IKEA candles.

The smell of HOME.