Finally home again?

Finally home again?

It’s been 35 days since I landed at JFK international airport.
35 days in the city, that I missed deeply, and loved so much.
35 days in the city, that I used to call home.

A lot has happened in those 35 days, that I’m actually willing to say, that it feels like more days have passed.

I am back, but it doesn’t feel like I’m back entirely. There have been some hiccups, some bad moments, some sad evenings, but no doubts have crossed my mind.

I am where I am supposed to be for now. And even if it doesn’t always work out the way I planned it to the first time around. It is still worth it for me.


Yesterday I walked Brooklyn Bridge, after more than 2 years. And while it’s not my favorite of all bridges New York City has to offer it still is something that eases me back into the flow of the city.

Walking among the masses of tourists, seeing the city come closer with each step, I couldn’t stop marveling at my luck. Hundreds of people around me, who are in awe of what they are seeing. And me, in the middle of all of it, actually living the dream.


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