hi dear,

Despite the fact that i dont have my own room, being home is great. As I have told you, my parents are happy and we have more understanding to each other. I dont know if it is me or them who are growing up..

My hot small town has and has not changed. Honestly, I only love the things that has not changed.

One thing sticks in my mind, I can not believe how many more children are begging for money on the streets. I have not told you this, but it hits me, how few years of 'luxurious' life in Amsterdam has made me forgot how it breaks your heart to see these kinds of things.

When for so long I've always said "everything happens for a reason" for my own problems.
But do I dare to say the same about those homeless people?

Anyway, I am meeting more and more old friends than I have planned, even some new ones.
It really feels more like home with them here.

The worst thing is only that you are not here. While there are loads of things I want to show you, to show you around my hometown, where I grew up on the beach and small cinemas. The town where the only thing that we can be proud of is probably just the food.

I know you are doing fine, probably tired from work.
Remember me when you are tired, in a few weeks I will be there again, hugging you when your legs are tired and your minds are annoyed by your boss.

We'll talk again very soon.



as always,
riri.