When I was leaving Peru, I was perfectly prepared for come back home. I knew that I would be missing my second home and that it could be quite hard to feel well in Europe again. When the moment came, I was so happy and full of energy. Of course, I was missing my Peruvian friends, food, weather, basically everything. But I managed to get over it and decided not to bother my relatives and friends with bad mood.
When I was leaving Brussels, I did not expact to feel sad and to cry. But I did. What is more, I did not think that I would be missing the place so much. But I do. Sometimes more, sometimes less.
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