Home...

Last friday I visited home again after 6 weeks. In this case home means Litvinov, my true home, where I lived for the first 18 years of my life and which is still my official home stated in my ID card. However the meaning of the word "home" has changed a lot for me over last few years. Now there are 4 cities, which I can connect with this word: Litvinov, Prague, Reykjavik and Bratislava.
I have always considered myself to be Litvinov patriot, but after 4 years of being away I found that somehow I don't belong there anymore. Of course my parents and brother are staying there, but otherwise I feel like a visitor in the town. I am still a big fan of the local icehockey team and I also neve forget to mention where I am from, but matter of fact Litvinov seems to be rather my past.
After experiencing 3 different capital cities I can say that the I feel the best in a city of Prague size. That does not mean that I did not feel well in Reykjavik or in Bratislava now. Reykjavik enchanted me in the beginning with it's peace and lots of green. However after some time I started to miss the rush of a bigger city a little bit.
My first impression of Bratislava was not that nice, but now I am completely enjoying my stay here.
Actually it is question, how much I am able to separate my impressions about the place from the general feeling, which is mostly connected with the people I am meeting and who co-create my life in each of these places.
And another question is, how much can these preferences change during next years... Could it happen that I will end up living in a small town?