"You're home", Bert said. And I was.
We made coffee in the morning, talked for hours, remade several worlds in the process. I lived a family life away from my own...sports practice, ice cream, frituur. A quiet evening at Griet's house after a beautiful day in Leuven, looking at photo books and drinking wine. Wandering is easier with friends, when the ground we stand on is level and our feet are anchored, firmly.
But eventually, someone else's everyday reminds us of ours.
The one still stirring, a few oceans away.