I stopped in at the house the other night to tie up a few loose ends and just spent a few minutes stalking around the place. Going from room to room, switching on the lights and just looking. Even the loo got a gander.
Melbourne isn't home. It's a lovely place, but it just isn't where my heart is.
I want my house back.
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Awwwh. That's probably got a lot to do with the fact that your place is "YOURS" and not just somewhere you landed.
Home for me is with my Mum/in victoria/with friends... but I only get that a couple of times a year. :(
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