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IT DOESN'T MATTER
It doesn't matter if I was far from home,
it doesn't matter if I didn't feel comfortable with my new host family,
It doesn't matter if I didn't always agree with my host Country,
if people kept on saying I have a strong italian accent or if they laughed when I said something wrong.
It doesn't matter if I had to put an effort to get what people said,
if I often got lost or if I got on the wrong bus many times.
It doesn't matter if that day I saw two tiger snakes right next to me,
or if I broke my hand playing touch football,
or if a group of aborigenal got pissed off at me because I played their sacre instrument.
It does not matter if I did regret of having changed host family, if I realized how much I was fond of them when it was too late.
It doesn't matter if it hurt me so much to see some of my good friends leaving the country, and having to find a reason to stay even if a part of my Australia had flown away with them.
It doesn't really matter if it hasn't always been easy, if I had to go through a storm to finally see the rainbow!
Now I would give everything to be back even if just for an hour, because during my exvhange, during the most incredibile challenge of my life I got to meet myself, to find what i didn't even know it was lost.
That "myself" that I hated at first, that myself full of defects, not that open minded has I thought, always ready to compare that new life with the old one left back in Italy, that "myself" that in the end showed me how beautiful it actually is! How strong and brave and ready to accept diversities, to accept himself, even though it's not perfect.
That "myself" I got so proud of!
I would give everything to feel MYSELF again, even if it means to face another taugh challenge as the one I lived, that hasn't just given me MYSELF, but it also gave me values and it shaped what I'm today.
But even if I have got so many good memories of my exchange, even if I have values and amazing friendships, I don't feel MYSELF with me here! Many times I feel lost, but it's not like before leaving….
Before leaving I didn't even realise I was lost, I had never met MYSELF, but now that I'm aware of my loss, now that I experienced how it means being truly happy with myself, now it's all sadder…
It has been nearly a month I got back from my ADVENTURE and I still feel guilty everytime I speak italian or listen to italian music,
everytime I feel like I'm already used to be back home,
and I feel so guilty thinking that one day I won't even feel guilty anymore
IT DOESN'T MATTER
It doesn't matter if I was far from home,
it doesn't matter if I didn't feel comfortable with my new host family,
It doesn't matter if I didn't always agree with my host Country,
if people kept on saying I have a strong italian accent or if they laughed when I said something wrong.
It doesn't matter if I had to put an effort to get what people said,
if I often got lost or if I got on the wrong bus many times.
It doesn't matter if that day I saw two tiger snakes right next to me,
or if I broke my hand playing touch football,
or if a group of aborigenal got pissed off at me because I played their sacre instrument.
It does not matter if I did regret of having changed host family, if I realized how much I was fond of them when it was too late.
It doesn't matter if it hurt me so much to see some of my good friends leaving the country, and having to find a reason to stay even if a part of my Australia had flown away with them.
It doesn't really matter if it hasn't always been easy, if I had to go through a storm to finally see the rainbow!
Now I would give everything to be back even if just for an hour, because during my exvhange, during the most incredibile challenge of my life I got to meet myself, to find what i didn't even know it was lost.
That "myself" that I hated at first, that myself full of defects, not that open minded has I thought, always ready to compare that new life with the old one left back in Italy, that "myself" that in the end showed me how beautiful it actually is! How strong and brave and ready to accept diversities, to accept himself, even though it's not perfect.
That "myself" I got so proud of!
I would give everything to feel MYSELF again, even if it means to face another taugh challenge as the one I lived, that hasn't just given me MYSELF, but it also gave me values and it shaped what I'm today.
But even if I have got so many good memories of my exchange, even if I have values and amazing friendships, I don't feel MYSELF with me here! Many times I feel lost, but it's not like before leaving….
Before leaving I didn't even realise I was lost, I had never met MYSELF, but now that I'm aware of my loss, now that I experienced how it means being truly happy with myself, now it's all sadder…
It has been nearly a month I got back from my ADVENTURE and I still feel guilty everytime I speak italian or listen to italian music,
everytime I feel like I'm already used to be back home,
and I feel so guilty thinking that one day I won't even feel guilty anymore
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