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That’s what I always wanted. To me, this is the ultimate sign of feeling at home. To have a place where you can relax, make some nice tea and just... breathe. I was missing this when I came to this city. The university was so huge and there was not even one place to hang out at. Only a few cold stone benches where you could crouch with other students, getting choked to death by their cigarette smoke and hating every single one of them for the smell and noise they produce. I wanted a place I had known at my old school, where there were sofas and music, the smell of coffee and tea, with familiar faces and the security of just being able to fall asleep on the spot without anybody threatening you. You can’t do that here. Here, it’s too large a place, too many people, too many who hate you as much as you hate them, although it’s their situation they should blame.

And then – it must be exactly one year ago – my roommate returned from one of his first classes in architecture and he was very happy about it all. And I was envious, because he appeared to content and at home. His place was no hostile battle field, but a loving environment. Like students of architecture often are, they all seemed to be of rather rich families, and they could equip their lounges with stereo systems and all sorts of other convenient stuff. But that didn’t really bother me, it was rather the fact that they had a lounge. And what was even worse, they had a huge shelf where they could put their mugs. That made me realise what I was missing.

Now I have a place to put my mug. I found it at my job. Here I can make myself a nice tea while working. This is nice. I won’t pretend that I love this job. I hate it far too often. I hate it that it makes have to get up early, that I have to write secretly when the boss isn’t looking, because I just can’t sit near a computer without writing down my thoughts. I hate it that I always come late and that my boss yells at me and the next instant she’s nice again, but I still can’t like her.

But, I have my mug... and it’s a good way to get through the day without not talking to anybody.

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