home

after almost 4 and a half years of traveling, i am home... i must say being home is weird... see i am one of those strange people who actually liked being away from home... i felt a sense of freedom not being here... never really missed home (except maybe when i was sick or lonely). but now i have to make peace with the thought that home might be the place where i will die one day... while i was away i learned how to dream, but being back at home is making me realize that most dreams never come true, and that reality is very different and more complex.

i think i am babbling again...maybe because i just woke up... and i hope in a couple of months i can write how exciting it is to be here... i know that God is at work here... and its always exciting to be in the place where God is at work... but right now, i wish i was somewhere else... or maybe i am just missing the friends i had... my time away from home is quickly starting to feel like a distant dream... sometimes it almost feel unreal... and i guess that is the one thing i am struggling with... to realize that, that part of my life is finish... i need to move on...

i am sure many of you can relate to this feelings... i guess no one likes to start all over again.