It’s Thursday, it’s almost the weekend. I delivered the suitcase from Colombia to my boss. I didn’t open it in the end. I didn’t want to get into trouble. You know what, I just realized a few days ago that after a few months in London I am bit homesick. The other day I was thinking about it and realized that I really miss my friends and family. Although life in London is exciting; I get to meet many new people from various backgrounds, my work is very versatile and challenging, and I am learning many new things about myself. Yet, somehow I really miss home. I miss all the things I used to do back home. As I was studying at university me and my friends used to go to many interesting and inspiring lectures. We were part of a political debate club whose main agenda was the inclusion of ethnic minorities into our society. I also remember the days I was working as a barista at a cafe in central New-York. I had the opportunity to meet so many nice people with fascinating life stories. Who knows, maybe it was a mistake moving to London. On the other hand, I can always go back to New-York.
Tomorrow I suppose to meet my boss again. He wants me to go to Amsterdam this time and I have no idea why. Again, it is the same issue with delivering a suitcase to one of our customers. I really want to know what it is these suitcases. Next time I think I will open the suitcase and see what is inside. I have to run see you later.