Ah, what a wonderful feeling. Today was the first time ever that I felt really at home in the house I currently live in (I moved here with my family during the summer).
I have two requirements which must be met before I feel at home in a new house:
a) I must have woken up in the morning at least once and had that special ”Home Sweet Home”-feeling.
b) I must have at least once come home after dark (no matter for what reason), running through the front door and through the house without taking my shoes off, just to get to the bathroom on time 😛
The second one I did quite early, and the first one, which is obviously the most important one, I experienced today 🙂 I woke up to the sound of the coffe machine in the kitchen. As I got up and in to the kitchen I was greeted by a lovely smell of breakfast. I looked out the window, the sun was shining and the trees were all brown, red and yellow (it’s autumn, remember?). The family was gathered around the kitchen table, and in the livingroom the TV was on playing music (MTV). That’s when I had my ”Home Sweet Home”-moment 🙂