Category: travel my life

Where is my home?

Today I had a call with my mum, and she asked me what I am doing. I told her I am going home right now from shopping and she immediately said: “Don’t call it home, your home is here!”. I just said “Yes, yes” as always. But as I continued in my way at home I started to ask myself “Where is my home? What is my home?”.

I grew up in an average house with my parents. Well, I spent 15 years there with both my parents. When I was 15 years old or something like that, my parents got a divorce, and we moved with my mother to my grandma’s house. Everything was complicated. One week, I was living with my dad and the second week I was living with my mum. Every time I told her I am going home to take some things she had the face “I am here, this your home now.” and my grandma was the same. It was hard. They hated each other, and I was in the middle of everything. How can I call this my home?

After two years, my mum introduced me her new boyfriend, and we started to live with him. So I had to move again. To be honest, I liked more living with my grandma than with him. My grandma had always fridge full of food. I am just kidding now. It was in nice a location near to my school, so I didn’t mind living there.

We lived there for one year when my mum told me we would build a new house few kilometres from the city. I was nicely surprised cause I always preferred a small village before a big city. I think it took two years to build the house, not sure now. Anyway, after two years we moved there, I had my room so I could do everything I wanted. But what’s important that I knew I would not have to move anywhere for a long time and I could call this my second home.

So I had two places which I could call my home. The place where my dad is living and a place where my mum is living. But which one is the right one? Both of them?

Then I went on Erasmus, and I am so happy I could share a house with two Portuguese girls. Only because of them I felt there like at home. I will always love these girls. Every day with them was fantastic, and I will never forget our home.

Maybe you already know what’s my point and you know my answer.

After Erasmus, I started to live with my parents again. One week there and second there. I joined ESN and helped international students with their Erasmus in Czech. But in the Summer Semester, something happened. I was a buddy of the Croatian girl and when she came to the city I had to pick her up and show her a way to dormitories. At this moment, none of us knew what’s going to happen. I picked her up, took her at dormitories and showed her her room. When we opened a door, we have met our last roommate for the next four and half months. The Turkish girl. Maybe you are asking why I wrote “our last roommate”. To be honest, I don’t know what happened and how it started, but after two/three weeks I began to sleep in their (our) room almost every day. I slept there more than at my home, and I felt there much better than at my home.

A few days after their departure I moved to Malta. The first month here, I was living in a big house with many people. It was terrible. Nobody cared about the other people. Now I am living with two Italian girls, and I am calling this place home.

So which place should I call my home? The answer is “All of them!”. I think it doesn’t matter where the place is but who is living there. If there are people who will always welcome you with open hands, you can always feel there like at home.

Home is where your heart is, and my heart belongs to them who love me! With them, I will always feel like at home.

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This is my life!

Because after sunset always follow dawn!

Don’t ask me what this expression means. If you want to understand a meaning of this you have to read this blog and maybe one day, you will understand my life and what does it mean.

My first idea was to create a travel blog like other people do and share my stories of how I travelled there and there. But then I realised that’s not what I want. Everyone is writing about travelling,  what they did and stuff like this. I would like to show you more than this. I would like to show you….

Story of my life!

But you have still no idea who I am. Okay then…

I was born in 1993 in a small country called the Czech Republic also known as the Heart of Europe. I was a normal boy. Until my 15 years, I had a life like other kids… football, scuffed knees and bruised ass how I got beating every time I didn’t listen to my father. Between 15 and 19 I was the IT boy who had only “0” and “1” in his head.

When I was 19 years old I started university in my hometown. I didn’t have so much time for travelling, but I was always looking for some opportunity how I can travel. I also went on my first bigger trip. It was with one of the companies you pay, and they will plan everything for you. You must just walk and enjoy the destination. After this trip, I realised what’s my dream. I don’t want a Mac, an expensive car or a huge house. I just want to travel and see all the beauty in the world! That’s all I want, and I will always do everything for that.

And then, after two years of studying, I decided to go on Erasmus. The biggest and the best decision in my life! It was the best part of my life. Erasmus literally changed my life and one day, I will tell you everything about my Erasmus.

And I almost forgot the most important thing. After Erasmus I really became crazy and I stayed crazy up to this day. But crazy in a good way of course.

One of my friends told me that definition of me is

The crazy boy with a dirty mind but with a good heart!

When I came back at home, I didn’t know what to do. It was so boring at this moment. I was caught in this circle school-work-home-school-work… These days were the worst days in my life. I was still thinking about my Erasmus. I wanted to go back so badly, but after some time I realised it is time to accept the fact. It will never be again like on Erasmus. Luckily I found an organisation called ESN short for Erasmus Student Network. I was a volunteer in this organisation for one year and thanks to ESN I have friends across the Europe but also beyond the Europe. It was a great time. But then when everyone left I felt alone again. Yes, I had Czech friends, and I would give my balls for them. I loved them. But it wasn’t the same.

So I decided for the craziest thing in my life. Because of this and some personal problems, I dropped my school and I moved to Malta to start a new life. Many people are asking if I regret this decision that I lost years at university for nothing. No, I don’t regret it! Even if I could go back and change something I wouldn’t make anything different! I have met so many great people who are more important to me than some university degree.

And here I am. I am doing what I want, travelling where I want, sitting on the sofa and writing the story of my life.

But what’s more important

I am living my dream!

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