#ONLYINNICE

Day -1 ~ the day you call yourself an idiot for what you will be doing on day 1.  Day -1. Your last day at home. It's the day you give up on your plans and want to lie in bed and watch netflix. And so, you give up on your plans, you lie in bed and you watch netflix - at least until your mother discovers your guilty pleasure, drags you out of bed and reminds you that you still have 4 suitcases to fill with only 1/10 of your actual wardrobe and even worse - 1/20 of your shoe collection. Speaking of procrastination and hoarding disorders. Day -1. Your last day in a civilised world. Because, up there,  who knows what you will find? It's the day you still have an appointment at your GP to do a last "check-up", an other at your physiotherapist to check if your body will be able to bear all the luggage you will drag along and in between, you run to the pharmacist to buy as much painkillers as possible. One for every day of your stay. Because after all, you expect ...

"You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart will always be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place" - Miriam Adeney Two years, nearly three it has been. Costa Rica. And I still can't let go of it. It has been the greatest adventure of my life, the most enriching experience in every single way. But much like the quote stated above explains, it has had a consequence. I haven't found peace since. Ever since my return from Costa Rica, I have been suffering from an inner restlessness. Somewhere between my lungs and my heart, there's a gap, an odd sensation that makes me feel uneasy. And for a long time, I wondered what exactly this gap represented. I felt an urge, but what for? Coming across this quote, I realised I had just found out. By travelling to the other side of the world ,  I simply lost my heart. In vain, I tried to find what felt missing. But the more I t...