I suppose that one of the hardest things ever is finding home and then losing it. All of a sudden you are repotted like a plant. There is a question which you need to get answered – hot to get back on your feet? How to find your place in the world again when the old one has just fallen apart. How to find some comfort when you just feel homesick, you´re like a stranger in your hometown and it seems like you belong nowhere? When it´s hard standing still and anxities bash your mind?
When things fall apart, the only home we have is in our heart and everything that is cherished there. Like our friends who pick you up when we fall down and if they can´t pick us up they just listen for a while. All those little miracles that suddenly happen to us.
Little miracles. When you´re running in the terrible rain without umbrella and all of a sudden you can hear a car horn and your friend calling – “need a ride young lady”? When you´re paying in a grocery shop, the payment terminal doesn´t work, the assistant is being so bitchy like it was your fault, you have no cash on you and by luck there is your friend in the line offering you some. Or when you meet a new friend who understands it all. Or your brother carrying you home when the bar closes.
Longing for home hurts, meanwhile we just need to find home during the time we drink our tea.
The best is yet to come…
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