The Other Home.
Roman Payne once wrote on Cities & Countries that cities were always like people, showing their varying personalities to the traveler. Depending on the city and on the traveler, there might begin a mutual love, or dislike, friendship, or enmity. Where one city will rise a certain individual to glory, it will destroy another who is not suited to its personality. Only through travel can we know where we belong or not, where we are loved and where we are rejected.
On top of all, it feels good to be here, in much different feeling. Flying back and forth seeding projects would jets me a good reconnection with this city, which was my home for years, and will be the home-bound for another year ahead. Here I welcome myself to gain new stories, coming all fresh and letting nostalgia takes place to be the first thing I embrace gracefully from one point to another.
I can't be more grateful, for still having options, and to be flexible on choosing where I want to sleep at night and where I would like to wake up at in the morning, doing what I want to do and what I believe into. And I can't argue universe to let my baby marks its residential at the city where its initial idea was implanted almost 6 years ago.
At someways, things would eventually bring us back home, as long as we leave our hearts at it. Holding on to that, I guess, I was never left.