How I became homeless

I’ve lived away from Estonia for almost three and a half years. Some time in the second year I started feeling very much at home in London. And at the same time I still felt at home when visiting Estonia, despite having to sleep in hotels. Sweet, I’m at home in two places, I thought. But on the flipside I was actually double homeless (if such a thing exists) as I was never in my one and only home.

Next couple of months look to shake up the institution of home even more, and I’ll probably set a new world record homelessness in the category of people that are a tenant in one flat (or maybe two) and landlord in another.

Have I regretted letting myself become homeless like this? Just one thing – that I didn’t pick darts or swimming as my favourite hobby and now have to drag a kitesurfing bag from place to place.

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