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  • I called my dad today. To wish him a happy birthday. And after we hung up, I found myself surprisingly homesick.

    He refuses to accept that I call anything but the small coastal town in northern Sweden my real home. Gothenburg? Huh. Here, I'm only spending some time. Nice or DC? Oh no, that was just as a tourist. Holmsund is my home. So he says.

    And he might be right. A little bit. Deep, deep inside, I guess that's how I feel.

    When I miss, I think about the house. Our House. The big house with the small kitchen. I'm standing in the living room, overlooking the garden. The apple tree. All covered in snow, as I saw it when I was there for Christmas.

    It makes me sad that it's over a thousand kilometers to the fire place and big gray couch. But it warms my heart that I have such a wonderful house to long for. Where we keep memories and continue to create new ones. Me and my favorite team in the whole wide world – The Clan.

    Home is where your heart is. Mine is forever with the family. And Our House, that's where the family meet.
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