It took me a while to come back home and I am glad I was not on my own. Imagine what would have happened if I had to spend next year here. I want to leave now, but at the same time I am afraid to leave. Leaving is not as easy as I thought it would be. I have lost my identity. Here, in another country, in a third one, loved ones all over this world.
A friend of mine told me tonight that I am loosing it, he can sense that. He is right, but the question is why. I have to start writing those scenarios. Maybe they can explain how I feel.
Tommorow will try to be more focused, and sober of course.


