Longing

Today I had a sudden urge to leave everything I have here in the big city and to go back to my homeland. Not to my village, but to some city deep inland, to some place where I could have a quiet live and start anew. For a long time I thought about leaving the country entirely, and I still do; but as time goes by, I long more and more for my homeland: I miss the wide plains and the mountain ranges, the forests with secret ways and the endless fields of wheat that shine like a sea of gold under May's sun. I miss the peace that can be found in the sounds of nature, the emptiness full of life. A sky filled with stars. God, I miss the stars. I go to my village one weekend and look at the sky, it's everything there, so familiar: Venus and Mars, Ursa Major, Cassiopeia and Andromeda. I miss the darkness, the darkness of the countryside - the big city is never dark, the sky is always veiled. Not deep inland: one walks one mile away from a city at night and the sky is pitch-black and dotted with the starts so hard to reach. Even the Moon is prettier there. It would definitely be a nice idea, to leave it here and move inland. I know where I'd like to live, I just need to find out something to do. Or maybe this kind of homesickness is just a consequence of, for two days, being eating the best food from my homeland like a madman. And yet the food alone would be a very good reason to go back there...