Well in a new city, but even in a different city life still remains the same. Same problems, same fears, same feelings cloud us. I've been working for days without break and without change of environment. When the weekend comes I actually start to act like I'm on a vacation, doing this starts to turn into the ride of my life. I had such a good time this past weekend that I feel ashamed to have had it without my loved ones beside me. My friends and family are away and still in my heart, yet I enjoyed myself. Is that a crime? Should I have stayed home (Hotel) and just tried to feel home sick? Is it wrong that I didn't?
I had one of my best weekends, one I will always remember. But I do look forward to coming home, I will just be coming back with a few memories that I will keep with me forever. I've met so many nice people here in this beautiful city, and felt so welcome. As I will be happy to come home, I will be sad to say goodbye. See you all soon and just remember, home will always be there, moments only last so long.
Cheers,
Devo