There and back again...

After 5 months away, I went back home for holidays. The result: a hurricane of feelings, slapping my face during two weeks and more. A complete mess, that I could only realize when coming back to Chile.

Weirdness when arriving home, speaking portuguese again or entering my old room as a tourist. Nostalgy when meeting old faces. Due to specific circumstances, I had the chance to see friends that I hadn't seen in several years. Tenderness through the family and the good friends. I have seen almost everyone I really wanted to see, but always with less time than I wished. I was made feel home again. Thank you! Adrenalin of great music, great concerts, wonderful beaches and festival camping life. Love... I felt love...

But... there is always a but...

Pain! A whole lot of pain. Not sadness, pain. Pain when coming back, when realizing that some bonds were so tight that they did hurt when stretched 11000 kms. Tighter than I thought, caught by surprise. I arrived in a mess, the hurricane devastating my inner peace.

Things are now getting back to normal, I'm back working, back to this other life. Switching lifes is painful, being an immigrant is far from being easy, but the life experience goes on, happily!