Dos meses después/ After two months

I write after two months have passed since I returned to my country.

I feel like some part of me still there. I believe it's called post journey depression.

I can't forget all the sensations, the landscapes, the friends. 

Well, it's part of life I think.

When I realise what I was done, all the experiences, all the landscapes the kind people I feel so happy and proud of myself. And I notice nothing is impossible... (sounds like of some sports spot!!!)

Now when I returned in January it was difficult to accept my life would be completely different because I didn't have job and money of course! so, I was happy because my family was happy and also I saw my place and my stuff. 

At that moment, I asked myself where I will go now? my next destination could be India, but I need to save a lot of money... again. So, I need a good a super good job. For now, I have a job to pay my bills, but I'm still looking for a good job and I now I will find it.

I don't want to forget to practice my english because I like it! So, I plan to still study and write or speak too.