I've been trying to find a word that could describe precisely what I really think of the last year, but it was not an easy job and it wouldn't be fair to collect a whole different experiences in just one word.
The last year meant knowing some very wonderful people, it meant quite a few paradoxical thoughts and feelings and questions and missing and wondering... It meant priceless experiences and outcomes.
We leave our home country that holds many pleasant and unpleasant memories with itself. I think, what we miss is their senses that stick with us and it's not their places that these memories took place. And the more delightful those memories are, the more their footprints are missed. The loved ones, but, are another story. You know that they are always there for you and it's not the feelings that are mixed with the places, it's exactly being around them, with them, for them and looking at their faces and holding their hands. I heard once from Hiva that "migrating is one of the most difficult decisions to make and jobs to do".I cannot agree more.
You earn something and lose something else; every thing has a price and that means life...