How does it feel to be in your ‘middle’ place? Since I moved out it was already four and a half months. Not much. I agree. However, it seems like forever. I will say it again – thanks to the great surrounding, my hard work to organize life pretty quickly and my luck. Since this is my third country to live in, I was wondering how would it be to be back in my ‘second’ home (?). The time has come…
I am back at the Heathrow & the familar smell of dumpness hit my nostrils again.
It felt weird. Weirdly good and just weird. Inside I felt some kind of calmness. I was in the place well known to me. Something that was my world for over two years. Culture. People. Nature. City. Rush. The language used around was familiar. I even heard some polish people talking. I felt closer to my Friends. Saw few familiar brands. Typical English pubs. British people in shorts in 10° C. Girls full of makeup. Any age range sitting in the pub laughing with their mates. The same grey sky that almost never changes. A bit of a light wind and a chill on your face.
It didn’t feel like home though. Felt like something inbetween. Inbetween Poland and Italy. Like a short passage I did in order to find my place. Something that is needed but doesn’t seem like a real thing.
After getting to the hotel and realizing – I am back home tomorrow! – I was back to normal. Good to see some familiar faces from the past but feels even better to be back in present – Italy.
Now sitting on the plane, I am realizing one very typical thing for expats…
It is not due to the time, you start calling a place your Home. You either feel it from the start or you just move forward.