Journey to home

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To all of you that have moved from a place to another leaving something behind

The wind was blowing her hair in her face covering her eyes. She remembered a similar scene from a cartoon, but she never felt it this way for her own. She was excited and sad in the same time. The train was moving and her hand was waving eagerly to her relatives. The distance started to grow between them and the trees hidden their bodies. At moments she could see a waving hand or a part of their body and she knew they were still there searching her in the distant windows. She remained there hanging at the window till the train turned the corner and she couldn`t see not even a shadow of them. She closed the window and sat down in her chair, smiling and staring out to the pieces of high buildings of the town.
She did leave another location before, when she was living with her grandma in the village, but she was too small to remember it – three or four years old and her mum was always there, so she didn`t miss her. This trip was the start of her new life – a new town, a new school, and new friends. And she was so excited about it because it was the first time she was leaving her small provincial town for something more then a vacation. And she had her more precious things with her – the dearest teddy bear, her diary, the necklace from her mum, her favourite book from her dad, the greenish scarf from her grandma. She thought she will bring them everywhere she`ll go and keep them safe.
She was only ten...and she never thought that first trip will be the first from an uncounted series of journeys. The new town was bigger, with large buildings and large boulevards. It wasn`t the largest town in the country, but it was big enough for her. Her new family, her aunt and her cousins accompanied her in this four years trip. A short or a long one.
And then she left again…excited and sad for a new city, and then for another one and then for another one and another one…and…so many more. She would go back to visit her family and friends, her dearest places where she walked, danced, cried or loved. But how many cities and people can you see in a short trip?
She lost her teddy bear in the A city, the necklace from her mum in the B city, she borrowed the book from her dad in the C city and she never got it back and the scarf from her grandma was so old and she gave it away to someone that was cold. The diary it was somewhere in box in the B city – but she had many more recording her feelings and actions. She couldn`t carry everything. And every where she went there was something else that became precious to her and something that she had to leave in the past. And the journeys were farther and farther.
At a certain point in her life she became familiar with very long trips leaving behind all she knew and build in few years, with big luggage of unimportant things that she will lose or replace at a certain point. And all she had were feelings and images of dear places and persons. Her tears will fall once in a while with joy of reunion or sorrow of leaving.
She wasn`t there when the close ones got ill, died or married and had kids, she couldn`t help more then a long distance talk. She was always searching for something else…, not a new challenge or a new experience, but a new home.
And where was it her home? She thought in her precious little things, she thought in the room she rested, or in the luggage she carried or in the people she loved. But, the material home was there temporary with all the material temporary things and even the relations they came to fade with time and distance. She had a very long list with friends and acquaintances. I don`t know if she ever found a place that she could call forever her home, but I know she carried always with her in her heart all the people she met, all the places she saw and all the feelings she felt.