A wave of Saudade swept over me as I realized that the concept of home might have never existed at all. The concept of home felt so far from my reach, that I felt sick with longing for something which might not exist.
I believe in the process. I believe in four seasons. I believe that winter's tough, but spring's coming. I believe that there's a growing season. And I think that you realize that in life, you grow. You get better.