Back home

There is something great about coming home that I can't explain in words, but I'll try anyway. Time takes a long time when you are far away from your family and everything you know so well, but when you finally arrive or are on your way, time seems to go faster because there is nothing heavy in it to stop it.

I had a little over 1 year and 6 months without traveling to my hometown, the place where I grew up and where I learned so much, and I was nervous and excited to return, so my joy was so much, when everyone welcomed me with open arms, no complaints or reproaches for being gone, just coriño and happiness that I was back.

I understood that you are always from where you grew up, and that coming back home makes you feel like that boy who was just learning about life, I was missing one thing and when I arrived I found it, because being at home with those I missed so much, filled me with joy and gratitude.