Mama, I'm coming home...
Mama, I'm coming home. Not perhaps home per se, seeing as how you live in Skåne and I am actually moving to Nyköping. And well, not "I am coming come" as it is, in fact, five of us who are moving, and for them it's neither "I" nor "coming home" at all. Except for the fact that we are all moving to our new house, and it is our new home. Aw, shucks, this is all so confusing... Nuff said. Nyköping is a youthful, modern town-of-the-world where shops close early in the weekends and you almost always bump into someone you know on the streets or at the store. Even though I happen to like the town a lot, we will still have it at a comfortable distance. A little house in a separated community (and no grocery store anywhere?!?) where life can be enjoyed both with the comforts of civilization and the joys of rural life. Huggly squeezy with sugar on top The life here in Norrköping is getting somewhat tiresome. Of course, the friends I have her...