If you read my main blog over in The House in the Woods you know that I have been busy, busy travelling for some time. Here and there, home just long enough to unpack and pack again. Born a traveller I love to travel, but for the moment even I can feel that I am on my way to a limit. I miss my family, I miss my home, I miss my garden and I miss my kitchen.When I came home last night my husband had made lasagne and one of our grown up boys was here to eat with us. After the meal it felt as a kind of fulfilment to do the dishes, to make the kitchen mine again.
The day before I laft for Copenhagen our fridge broke, and so my husband had to go without me to buy another one. The new fridge arrived only hours before my next travel and there was never any time for me even to open it so see waht it looked like. So when we were driving home today from a handball tournament where Marta played I started to plan what to have for dinner. There is some mincedmeat in the fridge,my husband said, and I decided to do it the easy way - go for pizza.
Dinner is finished, Marta and Terje have gone to watch soccer (Rosenborg, the team of Trondheim against Viking, the team of Stavanger near where my husband was born), Ingrid and her boyfriend will go up to his place to make their own dinner, I have done the dishes and I have made myself at home in the new fridge.It is time for a quiet night with a book and a mug of tea.
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