A stranger in my heart

People say its hard to leave your home, to go to another country, to encounter people completely different- different culture, different mentality. I do not disapprove. Its definitely hard to leave your house, but its two times harder to go back home. Its another world, not your home any more. Your familly is still yours, but everything they say seems different from what you remember. Everything is different. And we never like different. Diferrent is hard, bur different when you know its has to be familiar.. different then its definitely the hardest. You become a stranger in your home. You find your place, but you are just a person that is visiting- although maybe you are visiting for months or years, you are visiting. You love everybody- your parents, your siblings and your friends but in your heart you remain a stranger.