Where home is

I have spent some time abroad, on Grand Canary, and I really enjoyed it. That's also the reason why I didn't blog that much within the last few weeks. For me it was the first time I spent on the island. The view from my room was amazing and I wished I could have taken it with me, but unfortunately it didn't fit into my suitcase :(
On the first day someone from the travel agency told us a bit about the Spanish island. I was mostly astonished about the fact that it hasn't rained since May last year. Where I live it's normal that it rains almost every week (not now, because I have at least taken the heat with me).

the view from my hotel room - could be worse, right? -kidding ;)

Every day was warm, and even it was sometimes a bit cloudy, it never rained and though it was windy at the beach, it had never been cold. The temperature was constantly about 85 degrees - so I was totally happy because I love it when it's warm and sunny like that. My family and I rented a car and explored the isle. We saw some harbors, cities, and lots of mountains. It was really impressive, and we also met lots of friendly people. I am not that person who finds it easily to just go to someone I've never met before and have a chat, but the few I spoke with, were very kind. Of course we spent a day at the beach, too. Not that many because I am very pale, and when there was one thing I didn't want to bring home was a sunburn. Luckily I didn't ;).

no it's not Egypt - it's Grand Canary - just a big sand box ;)

But for some reason, as much as I always look forward spending some time abroad, to sit on a plane (though I don't understand why so many people applaud after landing - I mean no one claps his/her hands after I've done my work well), and fly far away from home, I am also always happy when I am back home again. Mostly I'm already happy when we drive through the city I was born. But this time, it was the first that I felt nothing. When we sat on the bus back to the airport, it just felt for me like we're making another trip. And now, that I am home again, I felt like I haven't been abroad - though I have all the memories about what we did, what we saw.

like taken from a movie - the mountains of Grand Canary

Do you know what I mean? Maybe it was because it was only a week, maybe because it was the first time after 4 years that I saw a beach and palm trees again. Maybe I felt that it wasn't time to go back home. Can this be possible? Or that I feel that the place I was born is no longer my home? Can this change? I still live with my parents, and I wanna have my own place, but as I don't earn any money right now - but start to look for some writing jobs to get at least a bit money - I simply can't move. When I have finished my basic studies I hope I can do my internship semester somewhere within the US. I hope that I can convince my friend to go next year with me to Los Angeles, visting my relatives and finding out if I really can imagine living there.

Do you still feel at home where you was born or has this changed? Can the definition of home change? Is home always where you come from, or where you feel currently happy?
I guess it's the place where you love to be, spending most of your time, where you have your friends. I think as we all change, our safe place can change, too. I will never forget where I come from, and it could be that I will miss it once when I spent too much time far away. Of course I have my family here, and that will be hard when I can't see them daily anymore, but I guess I have reached a point in my life when I wanna start and live my own life.

The necessity of giving

We are happy, feel totally healthy. In our young age we think nothing really serious can happen to us. We can’t get sick because we are so young. Maybe to our grandparents, but we will stay forever healthy.

Well, unfortunately I have to say that this is not true - we can get sick. And all that can happen in only a fraction of a second. We can get involved in a car accident, which happens every day. Some bad circumstances, we can’t predict the future. We can't be sure what is gonna happen. Maybe we already have some germs in us, hidden somewhere in our body. And when it will react with something, it may can start to destroy our body from the inside. When we will know it, it can already be too late, and then only a donation could help.

I know it is not easy and you might would say: I’m lucky that I’m healthy but I don’t wanna share it with some poor guy having any heavy and 'hard-to-heal-sickness'. But you should keep in mind, that you could be that poor guy who needs help very urgently. You wouldn’t wanna die, would you? If you would know there is a chance of healing? There is a possibility and even if it’s a small one? You just need to find the right donor and that is quite difficult. Some might think that they want to rest in peace after they passed away and that’s not wrong but isn’t it good, too, if you could say that you may started a new life, giving someone else a second chance?

It’s a difficult decision, not easy to made. Helping someone is a good feeling. Most people recognize the importance when they know someone who needed any kind of donation. When they have to struggle with death and there could have been a chance of survival, if one would be willing to give. In life we can’t just only take, we also have to give. For new chances, for new lives. We don’t wanna let go what and who we love, that’s human, but isn’t the ‘who’ more important than the ‘what’?