Joy, and the thousand other emotions of spending time with family.

It is hard: coming back home and suddenly feeling a teenage again -our worst and very probably most insecure years-. You’ve changed and reshaped your life at least twenty times, nonetheless, everything here seems to be stuck in time. So, of course, you are the one who is different, ungrateful, changed. But, aren’t we all changing? Isn’t change good? It obviously is scary.