This isn't the first time that I was coming home after such a long time, nor it is going to be the last.
Registering the changes and similarities of home.
13 bottles of liquer lined up, neatly on the kitchen counter. Indicating how much my brothers had grown, and the trust between him and my parents.
How I am able to effortlessly find the button -12- in the lift.
How I could take a bottle out of the fridge, do a 180degree turn to place it on the kitchen counter and use my right leg to kick the fridge door close, all in the span of a second.
No place like home. (:
This is an Xmas souvenir I left on the door handle last year. It hasn't moved at all.
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