When I think of home, I get sad. For many reasons I guess. For the friends that are there, and the life that I’ve known. For the memories I’ve built, and the fun that I’ve had. But I also remember all the pain, sadness, anger, and heartbreak I have felt. The feeling of betrayal, rejection, and loneliness. Here, in Germany, with my second family, I feel so peaceful, so loved, and so happy. Sure, I get stressed, and frustrated, and have bad days. But we all do. The thing is, I know that no matter what, these people, my host family, will always hold me close and welcome me. Hell, they even introduced me to a large part of their extended family. They have called me son, they have called me friend, they have called me brother. This is what I long for. A new start, and people/friends that love me. I don’t want to go home.
There is a hell, believe me I’ve seen it. There is a heaven, let’s keep it a secret
I don’t ever want to leave Germany. I want to stay here. I actually feel loved and accepted here. I have met so many people that have been welcoming and kind to me. Maybe it’s because I’m an “exotic foreigner”, but I honestly feel that it is because they genuinely like me. I don’t know. But this is the best I have felt in a long time, and I really, really don’t wanna come home. I hope these next two weeks go by very slowly
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