There is always a special connection to the place you grew up in. It's the childhood memories, which save a special place deep inside of you. I always come to my place of origin twice a year, which is probably more often than most of the people, who emigrated, but I still get tremendously home sick every now and then.

What keeps me so strongly connected are not just the places filled with 23 years of memories, but also my wonderful family and friends. Some I have since primary school, some since high school, some since study times and all of them create this amazing group of people, where everyone is different and crazy in his/her own way. I know, that whenever I come to Warsaw they will find at least a bit time to see me. And every time that happens it feels like we would have met just a couple of days before, not months. Due to our long friendships we all know each other pretty well and being surrounded by those smart, crazy and insanely funny people just feels right. 

Next up is the language... One of the things I miss the most is having conversations in polish. There is no boarder, all of the emotions can be spit out right away and everyone understands them perfectly - but this also has a lot to do with the cultural relation. Even though the cultures in European countries don't differ as much as they may on other continents, you can still feel a big difference, for example when it comes to joking in a certain way, using certain sentences and contexts. Some things just cannot be translated.

I am very grateful to have such a remarkable family members and friends in my home city, because I never feel alone here and I will always find a reason to come back (even if it's just for a couple of days). And I do it with pleasure.