"This black hole's pulling me inside Of this black heart, this black soul Underneath this black, black sky"
I would consider myself being fully back home for about one and a half weeks. The 1 day I had between Bali and Amsterdam doesn’t really count in my opinion. Having been away for so long and then coming back is weird. I feel like as if I had been on another planet with a different time, a different life, different people and a different me. Here, nothing really has changed yet everything seems unfamiliar familiar. Walking the streets I still feel like a stranger in my own home. Memories come back, happy ones but also ones that I have been trying to forget. The emotional roller coaster continues