Returning home has been tough, sad but pleasant at the same time (if that makes any sense). Apparently, if you keep doing something for 21 days in a row, it becomes a habit. For me, living in Singapore with the people I care about had become a custom I didn’t really want to let go that soon. One month was not enough.

I spent my last day in Singapore visiting the National Orchids and Botanic Gardens, stolling through the Orchard Road and visiting Budhist temples.

Since my flight was late at night I had the whole day to reflect on my stay and the glorious fun I had.

The return was via Istanbul, where I waited for 5 hours to get my connecting flight to Sarajevo in Bosnia and Herzegovina, a place I have called home for the last 7 years.

As I entered the plane I couldn’t think any longer, I was too tired and couldn’t feel my legs from all the time spent in the air.

I dozed off to be woken up by the voice from the cockpit:\

“Ladies and gentlemen this is your captain speaking. My name is…..” It was my father!!!

He was supposed to be on holidays in Croatia but instead he came early to catch this flight and fly me back home and surprise me.

And what a surprise it was!!!

I hadn’t flown with my dad for the last 6 years and this was the perfect way to be coming back home.

Waking up at home was strange, getting used to the cold (since it is 15 degrees and raining here) is tough…

I will be used to the daily routines again very quickly though, I have no doubt.
But I will go back… to the land which brought me so much happiness….