I'm gonna pick up the pieces, and build a lego house

Don't wanna go home? Well, me neither. 

I feel like now when I finally have really life here, friends, family, school, hobbies,... It's time to pack one year together and send it back home. Home? Wait, do I speak about France or Finland? Or maybe Germany? No idea anymore. Where's home? Well.. Yesterday my awesome class mates wrote me little (or not so little) notes to my memory book and I almost cried when I read them.. :) You're awesome and I'm gonna miss you all so much.  

I really am sad that now when I finally can speak with them, laugh with them, it's already over. But better late than never. And as my oncle said today: You can always come back.

''Coming home is hard, because managing your expectations of people is hard. Coming home is hard, because changed people mean a changed relationship; an altered dynamic. Coming home is hard because explaining the events that changed you, perhaps in a few dramatic hours or days, is hard. Coming home is hard because you see yourself every single day and may not even realize that you’re different until you don’t quite manage to fit back into your old role. Coming home is hard because often some of the places you used to occupy have been filled — by new best friends, new love interests, a new social dynamic. Coming home is hard because you’re expected to pick up where you left off, when in reality you’re miles away from that spot. - - Coming home is hard, but coming home can be also be wonderful. Coming home means your mom’s famous brownies, your little brother’s sorority girl imitation, and drinking port with your dad. Coming home means that park you used to drink in, it means the the bed you’ve been missing for months. It means people that have had you counting down the days until you could hug them. It means someone, perhaps the officer that checks your passport upon arrival or the woman who has worked in your neighborhood 7/11 since you were a kid, saying “welcome home.”

Coming home is hard, but it’s worth it.'' 

http://thoughtcatalog.com/2013/why-coming-home-is-hard/

 

Having lunch with my great-aunt who was visiting Luxembourg

Writing post cards in my favourite café in Luxembourg! The Barista is awesome and it's always a pleasure to talk German with him 'cause I adore his accent! And main point: the coffee is excellent.

... Should I stay here? Plan C? :D

Found myself in American Today as always when I'm waiting my bus. Oops. So the American today bag filled with DVDs (which I took to my oncle to return their DVDs) changed to this new one.. Ups. And next Sunday I'm gonna be in American Today again because there's still a pair of sunglasses I need opinion from my girls Sanna & Ida!

My friend in facebook shared this video and made me cry. It just tells so good how I feel right now. 

TOMORROW IS FINALLY THE DAY WHEN SANNA ARRIVES! :D juhuuu! So maybe after almost 2 weeks with Sanna makes me realize that going home isn't so horrible as it seems right now. Tomorrow is gonna be my last day at french School and I couldn't never imagine that I say this but I feel sad about it. Well weird things happen..