I was so happy being back in my dear motherland: to me! the mountains of delicious french pastries. To me! the nice afternoons outside of a café spent half studying, half enjoying the fresh air and the free wifi. To me the long nights having fun with my friends left behind. To me the long walks in the romantic streets of Paris and to me! the taste of the REAL CHOCOLATE. (probably what I missed the most! I know, right? sorry mama and papa!)
All that was great but it was without counting on that silly little feeling that doesn’t seem to want to let you go once you found the place where you are supposed to be: the feeling of boredom, homesickness. Ok, I was feeling lost.
Yes, I was back home in my country and couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable. Why is that?
Well, several reasons come to my mind: