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It is so true that time passes by the quickest when you are spending it in a good, happy way. And so there we are - a couple of days ago a couple of thousand kilometers away, and now again back in here. Time has gone so fast, as it was sooo good being in my home country, in my home town, at home...
Out flight there was full of attractions - first, I met my friend on board (she works as a stewardess) and then we landed in snow! It was absolutely white everywhere, windy and snowy and extremely cold! (not mentioning that we departed from a place where was about 10 degress and lots of sun...)
The four days were busy but very relaxing as well. We had time to do our blood tests, but also to go to our favorite shop and get some favorite juice. We watched a movie altogether with our family and we also made a small slide show on a wall in the living room. We celebrated my sister's birthday and went altogether to play bowling and pool.
It was a short, but refreshing break away from everydayness. We had a great time and the only sad thing is, that now again we both miss our family, these places and these good times...

Being home again made me think - again - about what home really is, what does the word home mean to me. My beloved also asked me this question when we were coming back from the airport to our house. I said what I read somewhere and I think is very accurate: Home is the hearts that are waiting and beating for you.
It is hard for me to say where my one and only home is, and if actually there should be just one home. My family home will be always there, in my home country, in the town where I was growing up and where my parents live. It seems like I always keep my mind focused on this place as my real and only home, but whenever I am coming back there, I catch myself on thinking about the place I currently live in, and also on being a bit disappointed or maybe rather kind of mistaken about my "old" home. When I come there, it feels sometimes like I don't really belong there anymore, not fully. Times have changed, places have changed, and people - including me.
I feel that now is the time when I'm creating my new home, the home which might be the most important one in the future. When it comes to a physical place, I don't think I have already found it. But, as the mentioned sentence says, home is not only a place. Home is made of people who love each other and who care abou each other. Agreeing with that I have to admit that my present (and hopefully future) home is a bit spreaded worldwide :) That sometimes brings difficulties, but the most important thing is that - my home exists :)


My sister's birthday cake - as usual made by mum and as usual delicious, with whipped cream and fruit in jelly, and coated with thick dark chocolate...