Roots

I'm very thankful for all I've been given. I've learned a lot thanks to the journeys I have made. But when I see those who have grown up together, I still feel the strong desire to have some more connection to my roots.
I left my hometown and everyone who belonged to it when I was just a child. now I live in a completely different place. Here I'm a stranger. My body still discovers my real identity. No one here knew me when I was a child. I'd love to be more like them, but it's impossible. I can become a part of them, but never one of them. I can adat myself to their lifestyle, but I'll never share their roots.
On one hand, this makes me really sad. I don't belong to them, because I come from a different place, and I can't turn around and go back because I don't either belong to the place where I was born because I've been far away for so many years. It breaks my heart.
On the other hand. I couldn't have been luckier. I know many thing others don't know. I've seen places others will neves see. And while my past is wishing to feel the warm sun on its skin, I can really feel it.

Yes, I'm very thankful...