Recently read a sentence from a book. It was from a Greek guy living in America and he said something in the lines of “I go home to remember who I am”
It totally made sense to me. This is the reason I always feel the need to go to Estonia- I need to remind myself who I really am. Is it the cultural difference, or the fact I don’t actually have physical friends in this current period of my life, apart from my husband (ha-ha, husband!), that it’s kind of like I am being diluted… like paint. And I forget that actually I am more than just who I currently am? I don’t know. Every time I get to visit home and family though I get a recharge. I am more confident and suddenly know again what I want.
Sometimes I think I am being silly. Like it’s all in my head- needing to go to the roots to realize who I am? Sounds pretty weak to me. On the other hand, it makes me happy. The fact that I actually have a place I can go that changes me, brings me back and clears my head.
And now I feel selfish. A lot of people don’t even have a home and here I am moaning about something so trivial.
“First world problems” as the saying goes… I wish we could all, every single human on this planet, just have those petty first world problems…
Tegelikult oli sel kreeklasel õigus. Absoluutselt.
Ja kui see on vajalik, siis tuleb teha kõik selleks, et see saaks toimuda. Ilma igasuguse kahetsuse või kõhkluseta.
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T2nud hea tugeva kommentaari eest! 🙂 jah, 6ige ta on… kui miski t88tab, siis tuleb seda kasutada 🙂
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Girl, I know how you feel!
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