it is good to be home
there are so many things I want to do! like dance and sing and run around parks with friends and drink orange juice and chocolate milk, hot chocolatie milk with whipped cream and I want to write stories and study and get great exam results and go see a hundred movies and swim and play squash and find work and read books and play the guitar and everything else.
change is great, every now and then. I’m not so sure if Rome was worth it though, which is entirely my fault. really, I should get an award for hiding and cancelling appointments and isolating myself.
but here, back in my own country everything is fine. it is wonderful not having trouble understanding the people around you and feeling insecure all the time. it is great to just know what to do and how to behave and not feel like a stranger. being a tourist is fine! otherwise it just feels like I’m learning forever, a work in progress that will never be completed. isn’t that just sad?
