I’m home, or at my parents house… I don’t know how I should say it. I will not say that Varberg is my home until I move in to my apartment but I miss it for sure, even though I only have been here one day. I met my mom on the train so we sat and talked about very important thing which some of it I can tell you later. But now I have a “break” from evrything I have to do like assignments and that so I want to just not think so much for some minutes. 

I love this song, It is so beautiful so you must listen to it.


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My name is Ebba Katherine, I was born in Colombia 1995, I'm writing about my life as adopted with two families.

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