Now I've to fly back home..
I cried at the airport. Seriously, that never happened up until two years ago and now... it seems like I'm so unhappy at home, nothing within me wants to return...
Maybe that's the reason, because soon there is no place I can call home anymore. I'm afraid of the future not knowing where to live. It's frightening when you work, earn good money, but there is no way to find a new apartment, when forced to move out...