Going Home

If you live abroad like me or really far away from home, you are probably familiar with THAT feeling! The feeling of excitement of going back home, seeing your family and friends, the feeling of joy of being in a place that you know like the back of your hand, the place where you grew up and where you experienced so many things.

However, no one talks about what going back home really means. In my case, it means being grilled by everyone about my life choices – are you happy there? Do you have a boyfriend? How much money do you make? You must be making a lot of money since you can afford living in London! The list goes on and on and on and on.

What everyone forget to tell you is also how shitty you feel when you leave again! You see, when I am not back home, I have this feeling that life stops over there. I think that when I go back, everything is still the same. Of course, it is not like that! While you are living your life, you are missing birthdays, weddings, special occasions, sad occasions. You feel like the worst daughter/sister/granddaughter/friend in the world because while you are selfishly fulfilling your dream, you are hurting a lot of people at the same time.

They say it takes a lot of courage to take everything and move to another country and yes, it does but it takes ever more courage to follow your dreams despite what everyone else says!

Ciao for now!