feels like coming home
I've been back in Belgrade for about 3 days now.
When I arrived (late - I am no longer taking trains after the absurd lateness of my train to Zagreb and my train back home.) at the Belgrade train station and walked up the hill to my flat, it was the first time that coming back to Belgrade felt like coming home.
The language makes [more] sense here. The culture makes [more] sense here. Places and people are familiar.
And the rigors of travelling left my 'Oregonic' T-shirt stained and relegated to the 'clothing not to be worn out of the house' category.
After 10 months, nearly to the day, Belgrade is home.
When I arrived (late - I am no longer taking trains after the absurd lateness of my train to Zagreb and my train back home.) at the Belgrade train station and walked up the hill to my flat, it was the first time that coming back to Belgrade felt like coming home.
The language makes [more] sense here. The culture makes [more] sense here. Places and people are familiar.
And the rigors of travelling left my 'Oregonic' T-shirt stained and relegated to the 'clothing not to be worn out of the house' category.
After 10 months, nearly to the day, Belgrade is home.
posted by rachel @ 3:23 PM
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