Home

I woke up about 37 hours ago in Ohrid. After that I´ve not really slept (except about 15-20 minutes at a time). Now I´m sitting in my kitchen in Espoo and missing Macedonia.

So as you can guess, we found our way back home. When there was no place in night buses, we went to Shanti hostel to use internet and there we saw that there was a flight going from Skopje to Belgrad at 6 in the morning. We still tried to get to buses at 23.30 and 2. When there was no space, a friendly man who is working in bus station said that we could sleep there on the benches. We tried and slept maybe 20 minutes.

At 4 we took a taxi to the airport (the friendly worker helped us to find one) and when they started to sell tickets at 5 we were almost first in the line and got tickets. Well, it was more expensive than the bus tickets but cheaper than to buy new flight to Finland.

And now I´m home. It feels strange. In Alepa I almost said zdravo and fala until I remembered it´s moi and kiitos in Finnish.

During these two weeks I have been in places I´ve never been before, met people I´ve never met before and experienced things I´ve never experienced before. And still I´ve felt like being home. Because I think home is not just a place where you live. It´s something more. It´s the feeling that you belong to somewhere, the feeling that you are loved. And that´s how I´ve felt.