Going back to visit is very strange and uncomfortable. Seeing those places, where I have been growing up: the old school, the church, the houses where I have lived. I can´t find anything beautiful there. And I am so glad, that I managed to get out – decades ago. Yes, I envy people who have a place called home. But there is one positive side to not having that. I am free to go wherever I want … without getting homesick, missing anything or having the desire to return.