Clear blue skies with the sun making the sea shine bright, the sea is always in front of me. It brings comfort to me; waking up to this view, seeing it all day long.
All the blue. From top to bottom, always engulfed in blue, surrounded by mountains and quiet.
Bosnian coffee with cinnamon; always first thing in the morning.
A thick silence that comes with a small, seasonal town, where in winter there is no one to be found anywhere. But it is home. This is home.
Overlooking the bay, the quiet calm sea, with reflections of the past year in it and everything that has ever happened because that is what home means. Because that’s who I am.
Home is a place that remains unchanged so that you can find the ways in which you yourself have altered.
December 31, 2015