I think that home is not so much a place but rather a feeling. You
can spend years in a place and still feel like you're misunderstood,
like you sort of fade into the walls and it's not the best of
feelings but it's one that might make you wonder what else the
world has to offer.

I moved away from my family, the house I grew up in, the town I
spent 12 years in and the country I spent 20 in, nearly 3 years
ago. It was everything I had known for most of life and the move
was overwhelming but exciting! Nearly three years later can I call
this city home? To be honest, I don't quite know but I think that's
okay because there is still time to figure that out. What I do know
is, that in these three years, I finished an advanced degree, met
the love of my life, got to know a few friendly faces, traveled a
bit, but, more importantly, I experienced what it feels like to be
free, a feeling that was so alien to me before I came here.

 It wasn't the smoothest ride but by far not the worst.I am scared
because there are some big changes waiting to happen right around
the corner, but I do believe that eventually everything will fall
into place and this city will feel more like home.