I went to my mother country 3 weeks ago. Going home is not the same anymore. I have changed and they have changed, too. At first it looked like nothing has changed, but as days went by, i felt the change. I didn't feel that at home anymore. Then I went back here, went back to my old routine. And I didn't really feel at home as well.
I guess, that's how it is as a migrant. You come to a point where you are in the middle--loving 2 countries at the same time, wanting to feel at home.
The time will come anyway, but right now, I just have to go through the process.
When I went back, I realized that a lot of the people I know were not living there anymore. Most of them have also packed their bags and tried their luck in another country. They are fobs like me.
I am not alone.
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