Last month I visited the place I was born and raised, the place I called home for the first 16 years of my life. It was 4 or 5 years since my last visit. I couldn't wait to explore the areas I used to know so well. I had seen photos from the city and country and so many times wondering why I didn’t shot that photo when I lived there. I walked around the city and down the valley, took the bus out to the country side to see my childhood home and take the walk around the fields that I have walked a million times before.
It was strange, I knew all the places and felt a strong connection but at the same time not at all. I've grown older and my life perspective have changed, I didn't see Luxembourg the way I used to, it wasn't as good as I remember it. I'm still more than thankful that I was born and raised in a country like Luxembourg. I would probably not be the person I am today if I did not have the childhood I had. I grew up in a multi language and cultural country, I wen't to a international school where if I wanted to talk to my French teacher I had to speak french, If I wanted to speak to my English teacher then I had to speak English, they didn't speak Danish. My friends where, Spanish, Portuguese, English, Greek, French, Dutch, German, Italian, Swedish, Norwegian, Danish and so on. I had to accept different cultures and languages. So what have changed? I honestly don't know, it just didn't felt as much as home as I had expected. With that said I enjoyed every minute of the reunion.