Sometimes,before I fall asleep, I think of all the memories from my past. All the good times and bad times. I close my eyes and try to picture them in my head.Though I feel like it wasn’t me. They are so far away from me,the memories,that it is hard to believe it was me. A life can be so different in two countries so far away. I’ve been feeling homesick for 3 years. Thinking of my home,just brings me to tears and saddens me. How much I miss it,I can’t say.And it seems almost impossible to think of going back.