Nostalgia

I really miss home. I haven't been there for seven months now. That would be the longest period since I moved away and the ocean came between my family and me. Even though I'm living in New York City, I miss the most simple things like strolling along the walking street in my hometown, hanging out in outdoor cafes with friends, just having coffee with my family at home, in my pajamas. I miss people knowing me on the street. I miss the feeling that I might bump into someone I haven't seen in ten years, just like that. Because, in the city of 350,000 people, there are only so many places one could hang out.
Serbs reading this would probably think I'm crazy. "New York?! And you miss Nis? Ma daj!(Come on!)"
But I do. That's home and this is where M. and I live right now. It's exciting but it's not home. Home has to be a place where you've lived for more than a typical two to four year tour. Somehow, for me, Belgrade feels like home too. I bloody love that city. I think we(Belgrade and I) just have the corresponding energy. Yes, cities definitely have energy. Paris does, Rome does, New York, Belgrade...
And the New York's energy is pretty compatible with mine so far. It's a huge city but it has a pretty good layout. I also love the walkability.
Here I am, living in New York City for the first time, and all I can dream about is eating a watermelon with my family in our beautiful, cozy backyard in Nis. Silly of me, right?