Feels like home. I forget about the smell of my new room, forget everything about the new grammar I have accepted to learn with all of my strenghs. I forget the taste of the food during the meals, and the strange way I need to change the classroom in every class. I forget the new jokes I have learnt here and I forget the way the little city that I live now looks like. I forget about the new flag I carry proudly and I forget the way I have felt when I think about distances. I forget the new faces, the laughter of a little boy whom I would now protect with my own life. I forget about the majestic landscape I have as company everyday and I forget the temperatures I’ve been through. I forget about the new friends and I forget how I like to sit always on the same couch on the corner of the living room, in front of the biggest window of the place I can call home, and how I stay there for as long as I want. I forget about the changes I’ve suffered and how my hair grew longer. I forget all the photographies I’ve taken so far and all the letters I have written until now. I forget about all the dreams I had that soon will become true and I forget about this new ‘good morning’ I say here every morning. I forget about the difference of time, the rarity of eating anything I was used to, the certain distance that people have here with their feelings and I forget the way I feel alone sometimes. I forget about missing all the things I miss and I forget the design of my bedroom here.
When I forget, it feels like home.