Tomorrow I have the privilege to be invited to the birthday party of my girlfriends father. As they have a big family there will be many people to talk with. It’s always fun when it comes to talking to people, but sometimes there is one simple questions that can make one pretty uncomfortable:
Whilst walking to the bus station yesterday I was thinking about what made me feel home at my chosen sister Ilaria’s place in Brooklyn. Was it my host family? Sure it was, no doubt about that. But how would you measure this: feeling home?
Even though there is no need to measure such things like feeling home, there was one thing that came into my mind. One thing was for me an indicator that I definitely felt home at a certain moment. By the way, that moment came very fast. Within an hour or so. (more…)