It's almost six weeks since the day I got back home. During these days I was so calm and also happy. No signs of stress or strain. No more butterflies in my stomach and I could enjoy being bored! Boring but being home, is something I really enjoyed this time!
I gain some weight! I'm not eating more than before but, not moving that much! I decided to go for hiking a bit, yet, still not sure if I'm gonna stick to this plan.
But... Yes! There is a "but", I'm gonna fly back to Cyprus on 28th and it gives me a bad feeling. As if it's for the first time. Usually in the afternoons or before sleep in bed, I imagine that I'm there and remembering myself right now. back to that apartment with almost all-quiet neighborhood. Again, Greek language and weird alphabet on the street-signs and above that, driving on the opposite lane!
I like my classes and I hope it distracts me when I get back to my studies. But still, the thought of first step into my apartment and unpacking my bags filled with scent of home and beloved ones gives me shivers.
I gotta clean up the place, buy some groceries, food. Take my car to car-wash. It's covered with dust already!
And try to get along with new life.
I think it would take a week to adjust to the new situation but this adaption take a lot energy and I'm sure of it.