Today I got a call from my parents (I live abroad), they told me book a flight so I could visit them back in Mexico. I haven’t gone back home since I moved three months ago, never thought that my first visit would feel so emotional. In such little time, I have changed so much. Going back home feels so comforting because I know that I have grown and that I have been missed, it feels so bittersweet because I love my new home, and I never thought I would have said this, but I don’t love it as much as I LOVED Home. Tomorrow, I will be flying all day, I will try to keep it together when I arrive, but it will be practically impossible. :)
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