Details of home

There is nothing I love more than coming home after being away for awhile. My family tend to spread out in all directions due to our varying work and life commitments, so this feeling is one we know all too well. Our house in Cork is like a base where we all meet from time to time, a familiar, cosy and wonderful haven bursting with memories and links to our past. Each piece of furniture, knick knack or painting has a story and they have all come to deeply represent the essence of what I call 'home'. Thanks to my mum's dedication - Swedish design dominates, with hints of Ireland and of course, the Middle East. I realized it's the little details you grow used to that make all the difference, be it in my case the playfully colorful glass, soft rugs, fake tulips or arabian coffee pots, they are the sum of what makes any house a home. 

It was a lovely stay, and I was sad to leave my parents as usual.  Moving to London as a new graduate is my next chapter, I hope it will be as exciting as I think it will be! Home, sweet, home..it's been wonderful, see you next time! x

Graveyard

There is a beautiful graveyard just outside my building that I usually take a detour to walk through on my way to class. (Not because i'm morbid, but because I really like its atmosphere, however bizarre that might seem.) Theres so much love there if you look around.  The epitaphs are poetic and sweet and I always see people kneeling to light candles and whisper to their loved ones beneath. 
It's also a nice reminder of our own mortality which I think is important to be exposed to sometimes.
I was walking by one afternoon after a particularly heavy snowfall which highlighted the details of railings and the shapes of trees.