My home is the World

Another calm day, another day of rest, but I have decided that this is my last day of resting, now I'm healthy and strong enough to go back to my ordinary life. I'm relieved! I have so many things to do and I must ask the time to give me more hours/ day!

Even if I go back to my ordinary days, I'm not an ordinary person. Acutally no one is. Everyone is special and each day is unique for each of us.
I don't have just one place to call home, the entire world for me is my home. Where my family is, my love is, the places of great memories are, places where I grew up, places that made me sad and happy, places where people remember my name are my home.

Jämtland is more close at heart because it's the only place that has never changed, and where I have kept my childhood secrets and stories. I wish I was there now, by the lake and admiring the strong autumn colors of the woods. My grandparents become so real again at soon as I get there, making me happy!

Bari is where my family live, and where they are is always home, I grew up in Italy and plenty of my roots are still there, half of me is italian, and that's why I really miss the warm culture and the traditions. I wish I could be there, see my cousins' children grow, talking about everything with my sisters, spending my time with my parents and eat the great food!

Bali is where my new home is, where I can feel free, where my soul rests. In Asia I'm not swedish nor italian, I'm just a foreigner. But there I can feel the balance of both culture that embrace my personality. That's why I feel home and welcome. I met many good friends, and learned meaningful things there. The simple,calm sense of life meets the organized chaos under a sky of gods.

"We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make our world"