Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to.
It’s a blessing and a curse to grow up in two countries. You belong and at the same time you don’t belong anywhere. It’s tough to say which period of my life was hard to let go of the place I was living in because I have moved back and forth between two countries several times in my young and adult years. It’s an unsettling feel. An emptiness that’s hard to ignore.
When I was living in Greece I was missing America, now that I live in America again I am missing my mother country. A feeling of constantly looking for a foundation to call home, but maybe a home is not a house, a land, a flag or a zip code. Maybe home is ideally a person or persons. Maybe home is a feeling within yourself.
It is difficult to say goodbye to whomever and whatever you are leaving behind. Such changes have always been difficult.
Hellènic Muse 