I'm home in Stockholm, feeling content and very much happy. It's summer and I've already had beers in a park watching the sun go down over the city. When I got to my parents apartment from the airport on Monday I cried and continued to as I walked down to the grocery store to buy food. Picking lemons and avocados, tears falling onto the fruit. Not caring at all about what people saw or thought. Then Sofia called me and as I made it around the dairy aisle, choosing between Turkish or Greek yoghurt, she made me feel like home. It will probably take a while to reset and start fresh here, but for every hour that pass the happier I get to be home.