Kiev

I want to go back. God only knows how much I want to go back. I don't really know why but I really want to go back.

To be honest, nothing is pulling me back. No that long-lost love for that country. Just a nice feeling that even if you live here in Canada and now associate yourself with this great country, part of you is still foreign. It's kinda weird, I have to admit.

But I read my friend's posts about the city I was born and spent my first 14 years of life in. I really do think that Ukraine is a great country. We have our own traditions, culture, language. Not like Canada where everyone is foreign. There aren't that many traditions, culture is really a some sort of mixture of everything and nothing. Even the language is probably one of the most simple languages in the world (primitive?).

But Ukraine! My beautiful, tormented Ukraine! Oh, how I long to embrace my long forgotten land! How do I wish to inhale the feelings and greedily consume your beauty with my gaze. Oh how I long to speak to my relatives and old friends - those so foreign but yet so familiar and loved.

I long for that feeling, the feeling you get when you see familiar faces and places, almost as if from a long forgotten dream from a long time ago. I wish to see those the image of whom slipped away from my mind however my heart still carries the love for. Oh how I long for the warm feeling of seeing familiar structures and wondering whether they were always this low, old and dirty while my mind is slowly removing the flaws, filling them with happy memories from my past.

God only knows how I wish for this. And I will do anything to have these feelings!