Feels like Home

I want to stay in this apartment. Granted it’s not very big, it gets cold and sometimes we get damp mould but I like it here. I have a parking space and it’s 5 mins from the centre. I love the smell of the neighbours cooking, it’s always indian spices and they make my mouth water. I love talking to passing strangers as they walk past my steps if I am having a secret cigarette. I like how I’m starting to recognise the sounds of cars as they pass by, I recognise voices from the house up the hill. I hear petty drunken fights and I  know who is cheating on who. I enjoy be able to hear people’s footsteps come up to our door and knowing who it is before they ring the bell. I like how we can hardly hear the bell. I like how suddenly we have 3 chicken next door that roam around in the empty space. I like how I can see the whole city and the Shandon bells from the kitchen table.

This feels like home and I don’t want to leave.

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