I often miss after I have lived three times in a house, or houses actually, that was childhood, before education and then with a friend. I can see myself living in a house and to be specific I believe I miss living in my childhood home.Who does not miss that, I mean, no matter the circumstances. When I take a spiritual trip in this house, I walk slowly and with a voice in my head saying, this is good, life is passing by and summertime has heated up the environment, this is where I step out in the garden.

That soft breeze of air, all alone with some fresh water running in circulations, makes me think of a calm moment of springtime and early summer, the garden where life actually is. The mental trip is having a blast of calmness as I search for new ways in designing landscape. It is an inception of inspiration of what could be. The smell of early morning and just me around.Arousal in the brain for new things. The garden I always dream about on physical level, is still trapped inside the mind, because what the mind can conceive and believe, it can achieve.

“Sow the seed and cultivate the soil”.

I have then always in some way wondered our it is more likely programmed into me from childhood,that living in a house was it. I remember when I first moved into an apartment that was after my parents divorced, that was kind of good idea, but longer story. When I grew up in a house it felt more me, no one upstairs or downstairs, it was only people who lived next door.what my point is, is that I relived a house-experience when I moved to Sweden, then I thought of the idea of living for the rest of life in a house, depending on the girlfriend and culture.