Home. A flat underground. A door to welcome us. A hallway to walk along and make an entrance. Chairs to sit in for hours, to muse, and listen to the rain. A window that under-looks the pretty garden in the square. A place to sleep, to dream. Somewhere for life to happen. Not always as we imagined it might. It is no longer only a room. It is a feeling of belonging, completely unexpected. It is... home.


















