I wonder so many times where home is.
I felt welcomed by Icelandic people, warmed by the German coziness, grateful to be alive thanks to Lao people, and treated as a friend by Australia.
Traveling around the world was an experience. Even better than that was the fact that I wasn't prepared at all for that. I felt as if I was stumbling into an infinite abyss I wrote on someone's diary one day long ago.
Belgium is my home now. Home of those I love, home of people I carry with me inside my heart. But it's also home for "saudades". "Saudades" of things I would love to have brought with me. "Saudades" of friends, couchsurfers, mom, dad. "Saudades" of Eowyn, Sam and Lira. "Saudades" I can't rate, I can't see or explain.
When I was far away, I never felt them as I feel them now. When I was trying to follow the world spinning around.
Sometimes that's what we do. We spin on ourselves to go nowhere but here.
I eager for more, and I wish for something better than that. But wishing, well that's far from what's about to come.
