Home, sweet home, is a familiar place. In the cream colored kitchen I learned to eat. The 32-years-old toilet exists longer than I do. Walking down the stairs still sounds the same. Being at this one place for a long time makes me wonder if marvels can happen.

 

When the walls are closing in, I look for amusement. What happens when my imagination is released in the midst of homely scenes? Can childish fantasy finally become reality? I will not take the normal for granted. The unexpected is welcome.