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Holiday at home

I'm on holiday. Already. In my own home. Strange.


What I definitely hadn't missed: Utrecht Central station (though that may have had something to do with the cleaners' strike). 
But my home has changed. Not just in my mind. I walked into the house for the first time without the hallway gently reminding me that this was a project and not a house. And I have come full circle: the upstairs toilet that (I) broke just before moving in now flushes like nothing ever happened. Oh, the immense joy of doing the getting up - morning pee - shower - getting dressed ritual all on one floor! In some ways my holiday home is better than my real home. 
In others, it's a bit sad. It's my house but without me, it's empty, but filled with boxes. I needed to bring all my toilet stuff to my own house, I needed to go find bedsheets in boxes, I don't put my clothes in the closet. 


But it's not really a holiday: it's an even rounder circle. My last days in my house will be spent like the first - 'klussing'. And the next (real) Holland-holiday will have to do without the holiday home. 

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