I've been waiting for this day for so long. Finally coming home for Christmas.
When I was sitting in the bus, driving to the airport, everything felt quite unreal. I felt like I've been away from home for far too long. And I could hardly remember what my life in Germany looks like. I just wanted to come home and stay as long as I wanted. I knew that it would be hard to be back home and then leave again but on the other hand not coming back for Christmas seemed to be even harder. The bus seemed to drive way too slow and the flight (which took only 1:15 hours) felt like it lasts forever. When I finally arrived in Frankfurt I was almost running into the arrival hall where the first thing I saw was my sister smiling at me. It took me exactly five seconds and three hugs to feel like I've never been gone.
