Just a thought.

While wandering... I was wondering around the streets of San Francisco, saying goodbye and preparing to fly to Salt Lake City. As I was getting closer to San Jose, from where my plane was supposed to depart, I saw more and more people with suitcases and backpacks which meant that they were traveling somewhere too. …

Where is home?

Transatlantic flight.. I am going home. I'm heading to the place where my family awaits me... There they know what is my favorite meal and I keep boxes with completely unnecessary things [which are too important to be thrown away]. I'm going home, where I keep my pictures and clothes and.... .. where I don't even live.. …