It's definition (n.) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost; "the love that remains". I don't know how it will come to me to leave this place, but I believe this word is the closest to describe. It's like I'm losing the way to the paradise.
A whole cycle is completed. Although I am not quite there yet, but now I acquired all the tools I need to approach my destination. I came over finally all the things that happened to me in 2013. I understood why they happened, I accepted them and practiced forgiving. Including towards myself. There are no more excuses, and I don't blame anyone anymore. I am responsABLE for my life.
I know that this will be the beginning of something new and interesting. I can prove all that I learnt. Still, I will miss this place. It taught me so much. It made me appreciate things in my life, to understand how fragile life is. That I have no time for stagnation or hesitancy.
Two months are needed to get used to a new place of living, I told Him today in the car. Recently there are a lot of wise conversations going on between us on the way to sea or back. Two weeks are necessary to get your head around and learn about your new surroundings, meanwhile finding your local routines, one month needed to adopt the environment and to get used to it, and nearly two months to become a part of it, start loving it, as it is. That is my advice to the travellers of the world. After two months you will feel saudade about leaving your place.
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