This first week back in Italy and in my hometown has been incredibly confusing and challenging.
Living abroad is really hard, too, but I couldn’t have ever imagined that coming back would have been on the same, if not worse, level.
After two years abroad and two more living in another city, I knew that this (temporary) transition into my parents’ house wouldn’t be an easy one since the very beginning.
I have found myself crying countless times by now.
The other day I woke up all lost as I really wished I could be back with my Madrid toilet. Yes, I’m that lost.