So I got back “home” yesterday.
It is now the third time that I am away from home for an important amount of time, and every time I come back, the feeling is still the same. It is like I never left, because nothing has changed… but me. I feel like I shouldn’t be here, like I don’t belong. So now I feel like there is this big hole inside of me and nothing here could make it go away.
I had dinner with my mother yesterday, and she was telling me all these stories about things that had happened while I was away. And well, first of all, I was barely listening, and second of all, I realized that I really did not care. I just wanted to be away. To be back.
I don’t think Málaga is a place that I can call “home” even though I love it. I just want to go back to those people, because they were the ones who made this place what it was, what it meant for me.
I’ve always considered that “home” doesn’t depend on where you are, but on who you’re with. And I genuinely love the people I was with. Hopefully I'll see them again someday.
To pay tribute to my summer in Málaga, I made a list of all the people/places/phrases/things that made this summer the best summer of my life. It’s in alphabetical order, so no one’s jealous.
( the list )I am pretty sure I forgot a lot of things, so please, help me filling up that list!
I start school next Friday, so life’s going to go back to normal pretty fast. In the meantime, I’ll just reminisce my summer in Málaga.
All the love,
S
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