My head spins around, my heart is splitting in two, my mind is all over the place and my luggage is still to be packed. Four years in the country of freedom and tons of opportunities have come to its finale. In less than 10 hrs I have to say bye to my close friends. In less than 12 hrs I will be getting ready to get on a plane. In about15 hrs I will be switching planes in the biggest airport I've ever been to. In 24 hrs I will be flying above Europe and in a day and a half I will hopefully safely land in Mother-land. But what about everything I'm leaving behind? what about all the people I might never see again? Why is it always the case: you had a great time of your life, get comfortable with everything and everyone and then 'buuuum' - time to move on, time to travel far and for long. The idea of leaving is crucial, but the idea of staying behind is even worse, because i have a family on the other side, there is my brother who hasn't have a sister near by for all these 6 years, my parents who haven't really seen their daughter for at least a year, my friends who are getting mad at me for not wanting to return... how many time I am going to change homes? when will I finally settle?
I need time to think about it. I'll have plenty of it in a plane, 10 hrs flight, 10 boring and sad hrs of flight...
I'll be just fine. I won't cry. I am going home!
