Missing my other country

Some days when I miss my friends back in my other country,
I have to face the fact that I don't actually have a physical space
that is mine in that other country.

I still have my personal belongings there,
but not a space that is mine.

Sometimes I imagine
one big room with all my books,
a big table and some chairs,
and a bed,
a kitchen corner and a bathroom with a shower,
and a big veranda outside.
An airconditioner
that will warm the room in the winter
and cool it in the summer.
White walls.

That room would be my home in my other country,
also when I am in Norway.