I know it will be over some day. And it will probably be that day when I realize what this, me being here in the States – somehow living a dream – really means and meant to me. Lately things happened too fast to put them in whatever order. I try to see, feel and learn, remember names and places. The hard thing in life is to understand which things you want to keep close to your heart and which not. Do I miss home? Yes I do. But not for the places or things, it’s the people that make home home. Home is where your heart is they say. In that case home is wherever we can come together. No names, you all know who you are. And yes, right now I miss you.
I believe.