A dream is coming true...

This is the picture of my grandmother's home garden. She passed away a few years ago, and my dad is now the owner of this house. I wanted to move into it, where I grew up a part of my life. I love it, to be here, even if the house for a few months now gave me struggles. The more I'm living in this house, the more life it gets. And the issues lessen from day to day. Which is great. But as said, my dream didn't come true as I planned it, but was just a bit different. My dad is, I can understand this deeply, very attached to the house, even if he doesn't find the time to be here. But for me, it was clear that I had to move from the cold german speaking part of Switzerland, to the sunny Italian-speaking part. And now I'm here, just found an apartment, which I will sign the contract for on Monday morning. It's near Dad's house so I can visit it once in a while and mow the lawn. And sometimes, after a party in Bellinzona, it's convenient to just have to walk 7 minutes, instead of 17 ;-) So, a dream is coming true, just in another apartment.

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