somewhere in between

I have never imagine that one day  I will feel like having two homes. One in my country, my city, my street since I moved out to my place.  And the other home, over there, in a small, small island, over there in big sun, high temperatures and humidity, far away from places I know, people I love, things I got used to. I wonder is that me and  them, and the way we match; like friends, just a perfect combination or a distance between me and my home makes me feel like everyone is my/can be my friend. Like it or not people who have a big need of independence have this kind of divided personality; home here and home there and there..