i came back home and looked like a peaceful sanctuary, something was messing and after dropping my self and the bags in the middle of the floor I understand what it was.
came back and the house look better then when I left, my roomies took care of every single evidence of single hood and manhood, everything shine and a little note that said “bienvenida carola”
I drop a tear and then I couldn’t go to sleep, I had no sleep in the plain just worrying that the kids will be in comfort the whole trip, and they did.
I like to be back home and see my friends faces that I miss so so so so so so much
now I have to start thinking again how to get around and how to organize some things
but I feel good, i feel that something inside did change a little I guess I will be the only one to notice that
and I like it
I’m happy to be back and I’m happy that my roommates care about me and that they are becoming to be part of my life in such a deep and lovely ways as home, home that I wish and care for as long as its last.
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