missing home

There seem to be no words to describe the feeling of being back. 
The sadness occupying my mind and heart has had to make space for thoughts about the present and coming days, but its heaviness remains unchanged. However, I begin to feel something sprouting from exactly this yearning for my little Brazilian home: warm gratefulness, nourished by the painful yet happy remembrance of any tiny memory. 
So I decide to be thankful for my time in Brazil, with all its ups and downs, as I will never forget but forever cherish its beauty.