Daleko negde, tamo daleko, i moja zvezda sija u nizu
every time i think of the past three weeks i don’t know whether to smile or cry. i was where i belong, and i didn’t know that till i was there. my sister is lucky to be from bgd. it sucks being somewhere, feeling you’re home and not being able to say it’s YOUR town, the place where you were born, even the country you were born. i’ll always be stuck saying Sarajevo and Bosnia no matter how much i feel out of place there. i never felt at home there, and i grew up in serbia. and as much as i call serbia my HomeLand it’s not where i was born. effing hurts.
i’m making this post short. i’m getting hungry. damn i could go for some burek right now. cursed be the bakeries in canada! i want burek!
anyways i miss my sister so much right now. her husband has proven more to be family than my brother in bgd. the little bee proved to be closer to me than her other family with whom she grew up. life. whudda thunk?
i’m out. i can’t bear to think about this stuff now. i’m gonna clean my room.
