You know the thing about living away from home is that daunting homesickness. I don't want to be melancholy by writing this, believe me, it is absolutely something inevitable no matter how strong you are yet it is not as scary as it sounds. I just accidentally got in the airport when all of sudden I recalled moment of the first time I landed here, few hours after the last time I saw my family and friends back home. It was overwhelming as I finally realized that I started to miss my home after two months and that was not too bad. It goes on naturally that you can't make denial, even you don't have to.
Like when it was snowing, you really hate the freezing cold weather that might kill all your senses, leaving you with crazy shooting pain, but it was beautiful after all, worth watching and waiting. The snow was too sweet to be missed that you wanted to play on it, having it covering your jacket then you became familiar with that kind of love and hate relationship with the snow because it would be your cherry-on-top of surviving in the winter that you gonna miss it someday.
That's not all cold after all, you know how to make it warm and even more prettier. Like, watching the snow falling tenderly from inside the house with your heart traveling miles away to home, whispering to the people you love back home:
"I really wish you were here with me now, enjoying the white splendid snow, because it's beautiful."
That's what you may experience it in your lifetime, sweetheart, and you must to. Surprise me with your endless life adventure :)
Love,
F
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