They say “home” is inside of each one of us and I agree, but somehow, sometimes, I have to say maybe I’m not ready to feel this way.
That’s why each time when I’m in the Transylvanian Alps (that’s how The Fagaras Mountains were named) I get butterflies in my stomach and I feel the same as a child, excited about the journey he is about to make and unable to sleep because he is already living everything in advance.… (>>)