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Missing the hugs of mother nature

The last days I`ve been feeling a bit down, restless, but without energy to apparently do much about it, and somehow stuck, I´ve tried to convince myself that its probably that dear PMS (yes guys I said it...)  thats rocking my world again, but I don`t know, I think its something else too.

Maybe Im feeling home sick ? I though about that too, all those people, and all that what Im used to, our little cultural things, the humor, the duck-pond thats like nowhere else..

.... And yes, I miss that, but that has been my life for so long, and for many parts, at least when it comes to the study life I`ve got older, old.. and so many of my fellow graduate friends back there are spread out, physically and calendar wise, and in a lot of ways I knew that for a long time I had needed something new in my life, and I still do,
so Im happy to be here, lucky, which I remind myself of even during days like these.

So homesick, yes, but theres another, bigger, yet smaller element to it, something I can feel in my bones that is causing this restlessness and feeling of stuckness. The longing to always be close nature, and I dont mean parks, and not really even man made beaches;

The quiet, the small places,the secluded, the water, the sea, the pine-trees and birch growing over a moss covered rock, embraced by the small waves, the quiet following of the birds, the freedom to take of your rain-boots, the dipping of the toes in any weather and the pine-cones that now float beneath your feat.
    .... Where I`ve lived, where Ive been brought up, theres always been water, theres always been sea. I know it sounds ridicules, considering its only a bus-ride away, but now the sea is further, I cant run to catch my breath somewhere close to mother nature, this campus is like a brick of monopoly, big,  quite squared and wherever you turn it all looks the same. I miss the small paths where the beginning doesn't show the end right away.

I realise how lucky I am to been brought up somewhere so far out there, And even then in that city, the nature is always still so close.

I miss home, I miss the air, as miss the sound of nature in my ear, Im not a big city girl and I will never be, but for now lets see where this world will take me.


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