Lately, I've been thinking about what and where my home is. Yes, I know where I'm coming from, who gave birth to me and raised me, where my family lives, and so on... But sometimes home doesn't mean place where you grew up. Home is where you feel you belong to. Home is when you get goosebumps and butterflies in your stomach every time coming back to it. Home is something you don't want to leave. Ever... It's been seven years since I left my home in Serbia. Over this time not much changed there. Every time I go back, everything looks the same, but, at the same time, nothing is the same . People have changed. Once you leave, your family and friends continue to live their lives . They get used to you not being there. They change and you change. When you come back you need time to get used to them again. They need time to get used to you. Sometimes, they are not the same people as you remember them. Sometimes (almost always), you are not the same person as they...
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