Today’s post won’t be the usual beauty one and I’m sure that most of you won’t even read it. However, if you are interested in my thoughts, please go on.
Yesterday happened something unusual – I felt a bit homesick for the first time since I’ve moved out, which means roughly 2 years ago. To be honest, I’ve never truly missed my Bulgarian home, at least not as mush as they’ve told me I would. This is perhaps because I’m living with other fellow Bulgarians, and we don’t really allow the Bulgarian in us to die. Anyway, maybe homesick is not the best word to describe what I’ve felt, and maybe it’s just happened for 3 minutes, but oh that moment was so blissful! It just made me thinking of home…
So, there was this Eastern-European store with so many different products from Russia, Romania, Poland, and.. Bulgaria! I believe only people living in a different country would be able to understand my excitement here but the moment I’ve entered this place, I felt like the time outside has stopped for me! It was such a tiny store but the lady working there was so warm! I’d smile from ear to ear because I’d hear someone speaking similar language, looking just like me. And the most important of all – they had my most favourite food that I’ve dearly missed so much! It felt like I was at the local supermarket, helping granny pick some groceries for dinner. This feeling I can only compare to smelling pancakes that instantly bring you back to your childhood.
We have this Bulgarian saying that goes something like that: ‘Man’s love goes thought their stomach‘. This child-pure excitement wasn’t only because of the food (okay, fine, it was). I have simply felt as a part of something, just like being at home, away from being labeled ‘immigrant’ or ‘foreigner’. That’s just a feeling that cannot be described with words.
If you’ve managed to reach this point – thank you for reading! I’d love to share your experience from living abroad!