Home is where the heart is (Opinion)
Then it started. Firstly I moved to England, where I lived as an aupair with an indian family. I came home because...well nobody knows this reason, but it was because I missed slovakian "teplé rožky", which I couln´t find in the city I lived. This whole experience was frustrating. Just terrifying...I moved to Bratislava, where as a student I´ve changed my adress so often, that I start wondering if I can call this place "home". It became a word with no value of stability. It changes and lables the the thing that make me feel safe, loved, or completely compfortable with myself.
For me it´s this:
2)one person (at least) who can hug you in less than five minutes when you need it:
American scientists proved, that a lack of hugs leads to depression, emotional imbalance and earlier death. I prove it too. Hugs are needed everywhere and everytime.
3) green woods:
The only reason I accept Twilight are all those woods around. I grew up near them and I love to come back. However, I´m deeply concerned what I tell my children when there will be no green nature which could be enjoyed and embraced. There is no snow in Bratislava (Slovakia) this winter. Because it´s considerably big city, everyone accepted that. But white flakes haven´t appeared much in my hometown either. As I don´t want a "home" without woods or flakes, I try to do something for it. It´s time to recycle. I mean FOR REAL :D