Remember how I told you my childhood home was for sale? Well now it’s serious business. My dad and step mum are mowing far away this week, from the centre of Copenhagen to a small country island called Samsø. I went ‘home’ a few days ago to be there when the moving people arrived. Boy it was weird to see the home being emptied. Like saying goodbye to a dear old friend.
Now I can’t run home to my safe-spot and be a kid whenever I fell like it. Who would have known I was such a softy?