It’s a weird feeling. Personally I believe it’s hard to understand if you haven’t made the experience yourself. To build up a completely new life during 11 months in a foreign country is one thing, but to call it after that time your second second home is another. And well, I decided to go abroad. A year ago, I came home while leaving home. Sounds strange? Yeah, it also felt like that. Back then, I felt everything has changed but instead nothing did change. Home isn’t any longer only one place. I have the privilege to have a home at different places, with different people. I really do consider it as a big privilege, since many people haven’t the opportunity to go abroad and to experience more than just the typical touristy-stuff. Therefore, I’m more than thankful that I got the chance to go. But the most difficult part with this whole thing is that from the time on you made the first step to another life, being at home means missing home.