On trying to find my home sweet home...

Driving through Red Hill on Monday to visit my old housemates felt strange.

Familiar yet different. 

Now that I'm no longer living there.


This sense of déjà vu, together with looking for a new home, reminds me how much memories get tied up with place. Our flat may have been tiny but I was happy. I might have more space now but I've never felt quite settled...

Moving (and unpacking... more so than packing) is a hassle and a luxury not available to everyone. It's a relief to know I can pack up and leave. Whenever.

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