Trapped between two worlds...

I was on holidays, in Portugal, ten months after the last time. It was the annual visit, paid to family and friends. I left one world, in Chile, to arrive at another world, in Portugal. When you live in two completely separate worlds that you enjoy, you can easily be inside each of them and find good moments, happiness and comfort. Unfortunately, switching between worlds that are totally separate implies leaving all of one world behind and grab all you had left before from the other world. Leaving things behind is never easy, I'm actually terrible in achieving that, and grab all you left would be easy only if you grabbed exactly what you left, if nothing changed meanwhile, if you didn't have to realize that what you left is not as you left it anymore. The switching process is therefore tougher, harder and you even risk staying trapped between worlds. Since all you can carry from one world to the other are memories, you can easily find yourself dwelling in them, trying to make memories real and pull them into the current world. This happened to me last year, and costed me one month of happiness in Chile. This year things went smoother, I was prepared. I only arrived this morning to a cold Santiago, I do not know yet how I will feel on the next days, but chances are good that I don't dwell again in a world that does not exist...