They say the best thing about travelling is coming back home. According to a song by Orelsan, the world must be round because after travelling the world all you want is to be at home. It is true. While spending time abroad, you naturally miss home.
For me that home is Berlin. And I always miss countless things, such as spending time at the lake, having barbecues in my aunt’s garden, doing canoeing day trips to the countryside, going to the movies with my family, hanging out at my friends’ house, cooking with my brother, etc. All those things that we used to do when I still lived there.
Then you start to wonder wonder what home really means, which is a very complex discovery. Anyway, I recently came back from my semester abroad and I had been so anxious to go back home, even if it was just for a few short days. I am almost sure that having a place to go back to, where people expect you and look forward to seeing you again, is the best feeling I know.
So, whenever I come back I am so happy and excited, and every time I am disappointed, because I don’t get to spend enough time with the people who should care about me. Most of my friends have left Berlin, and those who still live there, as well as my family, are so busy with their daily lives that take place when I am gone. I feel that they don’t spend enough time with me (and this statement is a matter of perception). How selfish of me to expect time to stop while I am out there seeing the world and growing as a person.
Most of all, it is important to remind yourself that nothing is the way it used to be. Neither the buildings, nor the stores, nor the people. Although change is the most natural process in this world, it is so hard to accept. While travelling I try to learn not to be attached to anything and practice embracing all kinds of change. And, yes, it is still important to have your home in your heart wherever you go, in whatever form that home may be for you.