Home is where the heart is.

I spent three weeks home and I did not want to leave. Where is home? For first time after long time I felt like home in Greece where my family is, my parents, my grand mum, my uncles and aunts, my cousins and some closed friends.And of course zouzou, my cat!

I felt warm and safe with so much unconditional love,full of questions like do you want an orange juice, have you eaten pie, are you warm, are you ok?????

nothing bothered me, I enjoyed everything.

I could not hold my tears at the airport when I had to say goodbye to the two people I love mostly, dad and Kiki. It's those few moments before you board when you manage to say everything you want, like I love you guys, take care of yourselves,already miss you cause you are my port, my safety net no matter what!

I returned to my apartment and PJ Harvey's song, One day I know there will be a placed called home, was in my ears.....how many homes can someone have? in how many places your heart can be????? in many I guess