Yesterday, I went back to a little town in the north I consider my hometown. All in all, I've spent 8 years there, it's the town I've lived in the longest in my life, and despite always moving around, I feel at home when I'm there. After my parents got divorced 7 years ago, they both moved away and I haven't had a reason to go back to the town since. I was there yesterday, and despite the weather being stormy and the sky full of lightenings, I went past the house we were so very happy in. It was a great house; beautiful and full of history. I once found a photo of it in a book about the town; the house is from 1890, and the photo showed it standing alone in a field, now it's in the middle of the town. It was good seeing the house yesterday, it brought back so many memories; like sitting on the front stairs with my friends, talking about boys and secrets and dreams for the future...
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Åh Karen Sofie, jeg holder sådan af din blog og har efterhånden gjort det længe. Føler lidt at jeg kan genkende huset, hvilken by og hvilken vej er det?
Hej Anna, tusind tak, det er jeg glad for at høre! Huset ligger i Fredensborg i Nordsjælland, på Stationsvej... Kender du det?
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