Sitting Places

After living abroad for two full years and a half, I became used to find coffee shops to sit in with either a computer, or some craft stuff to finish. When I stay at home, I usually get distracted by everything, so to get things done the only way is either to be in University with only a few hours before the deadline of a paper (it's always super easy to stay focussed then), or be in a coffee with no one to talk to. No one to care about, and become a small dot in the universe.

Insignificant and unknown. A nobody.

I don't find it hard to sit in a coffee shop for hours with no one coming to talk to me. I'm used to people thinking they can't communicate with me. I'm used to people thinking I'm retarded - I usually do my best for people to think that of me so they don't have expectations... but that's snother story. I'm used to being alone.

Because in Asia, for a foreigner, that's the every day.

It's really odd, though, to be back in my hometown, doing the same.

Sitting places and knowing little people, or worse, knowing them, sharing the same language, but having nothing in common, nothing to share with them. Because while being a proud inhabitant of my hometown, I do not feel like I really belong - at least right now. Maybe later, when I move back.

Do all people who travel for a long time feel that way when coming back home?

What is home?