Random thoughts of a young woman
PM00000020000004530 15: 2012 § 4 Comments
And then, one day, suddenly it happens that you start feeling that you need to build your own home, find your place, take your time.
I’m 25 years old. I come from Italy but I live in London.
I have three homes but no one is mine.
Asteys Row. My parent’s house. And my boyfriend’s roof.
Different places for different lives, different homes for different memories.
The feeling that every bed where you sleep is not yours for real.
The impression to belong to something which doesn’t belong to you anymore.
And then the impetus to cross the street, looking for your own way home.