A group of us on the other side of the ocean miss our hometown from afar, missing the familiar smells, sounds and people of our hometown.
Crossing the ocean is a process of growth. In the process, we matured and gained, but also lost a lot.
Is it worth it?
Do you regret it?
Maybe after many years, these will be just clouds. We sow the flower seeds on the other side, and the harvest place is the time that is gone forever. . .