Going back… home?

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Only hours later I will be leaving this room and heading to Turkey for another 4 month long education adventure. Still, I haven’t even started packing. I usually start packing approximately a week earlier but this time it’s somehow different. I’ve been delaying it concioussly. It feels like packing means leaving and just like always I would like to stay home as long as possible.


My red suitcase is full. Not as full as usually, though. It used to be about-to-fall-apart kind of full. Now it’s only full.

My mind is full, too. Full of both feelings and thoughts. And I desperately need a place to empty it. Leaving is hard. Leaving home is even harder. Don’t get me wrong. I love my university. And my life there.  And the people. But there are some things here that I don’t have there. And probably never will. That’s why I am always sad when leaving.

Time has taught me how to deal with this kind of sadness, though. Or was it the calming-down pillow? Not sure what it was, but I’m surely glad it worked.

Less than an hour left. Wish me luck.


I arrived, but didn’t write. Arrival is always busy. A lot.

For the past 5 days I’ve spent here, quite a lot happened. Lessons registration, meetings (coffees and meals) with friends I haven’t seen in a while, one birthday party and a (still quite active) flu. The weather here is warmer then I have expected and the transition made me sick, I guess. Unfortunately, it’s making me miss my first meetings in our new campaign, but I’m sure I’ll catch up eventually.

Every new semester is like a whole new beginning for me. New subjects, new professors, new topics. That’s why I always feel this weird excitement. Wondering what this and that will be like. And the longer it stays, the better the semester ends (tested!). I just hope it will be productive and make me a better person than I am today.

I’m applying for an exchange program even though I’m still not 100% sure if I will participate. I’ll guess we’ll just have to wait and see what happens.


Days have passed. And continue to do so.

Since my arrival, I’ve learned something I now find very important. Or should I say figured out.

Without using any construction materials, during past 2,5 years I’ve been building a home here.

There are people that mean to me more than I want to admit. People I miss when I leave and hug strongly when arrive back. People whose happiness means a lot to me. People who have been with me when I’m down, stressed, pissed and happy. And stayed. ‘’Internet’’ keeps repeating how we should take care of people like that. And I will. Promise.

Home n2, I guess it is then. Yap.

At the end of the day, it is all about the people, not the places, right?

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