When you’re homesick for a person, you cannot find where you belong unless it’s with one another, making a dwelling in one another’s hearts, one another’s souls.
For all you dreamers, believers, and doers, home will always be there. Your dreams will not.
But in that moment I didn’t think the school was the problem I thought I was.
Living abroad almost always means there will be loved ones left behind. But expats also miss the landscapes, the cities, and the weather of home.
For the man who loves me enough to urge me to leave, step by step with a knot in my throat and tears streaming down my cheeks, onto the next adventure.
I read the words, ‘I can be on the first flight out.’
It’s impossible to get rid of the travel bug once you start. You realize how big the world is and how many places you must see before you die. Like any addiction, it is difficult to overcome.
There isn’t a day that goes by that I do not miss home.
I think I’d much prefer it this way until I hold hands with someone who makes me feel like the stars tangled themselves between our fingers.
When home is a person, you never feel alone or out of place.