I'm here. The boys are playing Kings of Convenience on the stereos. The window is open because my perfume bottle broke into my backpack and we're trying to get the apartment properly aired.
The outside air is like Summer air always is during night-time. Buses, cars, bikes.
It's noisy but silent.
I feel at home. Carefree, more like myself again.
I can't explain this, it's not anything rational. I can't wait to get the keys for our apartment.
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