Today I woke up with a strange feeling. I woke up at my home feeling homesick. But how can that be possible? Am I really home?
I woke up missing my alarm at 7:00 am, missing the cold breeze running through my window into my skin, missing the church bell ringing for 15 minutes, missing the way I ran to the train station to catch up my train to go to school. Seeing everyone going to their work with their headphones, each and every one of them creating different scenarios in their head. Missing the way I talked with my girls, sharing our culture, our feelings and dreams always with a smile. Missing the way I walked under the rain with the most exciting persons I’ve ever met.
Am I home? Or did I just left home?
Something strange happened. Did something changed inside me? Or did I just found what I’ve been always looking for?