Farewell

Two weeks now that I'm back. Two weeks now that I ask myself what to say, how to describe and summarize everything. Two weeks to realise that's impossible.

I'm back but I know that a part of me will stay there forever, you never totally come back.

I'm back and I already know that I'm different. I've grown up, I've changed and I'm glad about that.

Weird to hear speaking French in the streets, to have absolutely anything to do. I thought it will be different but I'm back and I realise that nothing's changed. Back in reality…

I'd like to say thank you to all those who have lived this story with me and I'll never forget.

Nell, Linda, Maren, Katja, Flavio, Léo, Diego, David, Gary, Meagan, David, Nicole, Jack. There is no word to describe our life together, just some meetings which change a life. Forget the differences to learn how to deal with it. Learn to be a fucking immigrant ;D

When I was 10 years old I told to my mum "one day I'll go in ". She laughed and smiled…

It was my dream, now I need to live by myself to find something else to dream about. But I cannot forget those 6 months in this different world.

It is the end of this blog but not the end of the story. It still going on in Europe and I really look forward to see you soon.

I let my blog open, just in case. We never, perhaps one day I'll be back in oz.

Thank you so much everyone, I miss you.