Wherever I May Roam

There's no place like home. That may be the truth for people who actually have homes. Not houses, not flats. Homes.
I wouldn't know. It's been a while since I last used that word to describe a place where I live. Paris doesn't feel like home, more like an old mistress. And now that I'm back in my hometown for a couple of days, it's not home either. More like an ex wife. Because home isn't a place, you know. It's a state of mind.

I don't know what was I expecting when I come back, but I know for sure it wasn't this. Everything looks the same. Everything seems the same. But it feels very, very different. I guess the show really went on. And is still going. With or without me. But that's fine. It's how it's supposed to be. I just have to adapt and learn to live with it. It's only for a few days anyway...

If you read my last post you may wonder what am I doing back home all of the sudden. And sudden it was.
My uncle called in last Thursday and he said: "I'm going down under today, would you like to go with me? We'll be back in 10 days.".
At first I was: "Why the fuck would I wanna go to Australia this time of year?". But then I realized what he meant. As he was leaving in less than 2 hours there was no time to think. I packed my stuff and we hit the road. 

And then I felt it... After a long time. The feeling that was buried deep under my skin slowly crawling back to the surface. She was taking me. My mind, my soul, my body... In a way no one else ever could. My long-term lover. My lifetime companion. And it felt like home...  

So, like James Hetfield, I made her my bride. And she keeps me satisfied, gives me all I need...