Warming House

But if I got a good job offer in New York, I'd go back in a heartbeat, he'd said. Ten years of Stockholm and the depths of his heart still beat for that city, that island. I relished the company, but feared the same future. This city will never be my home, as that one is.

But my heels clicked, clacked, all the way up the street, the same street as always, how straight, how reassuring the incline at the end, and I think that come spring it will be the perfect location. Weigh your pros, your cons, drink your wine. Your smiles will seem genuine enough, if you make them.