Migrant's diary - The beggining

It's not the same to read about it,to hear about it or even to be told about it. All the expectations,doubts, fear, will fall down, sooner or later. The world, as the migrant knows it, starts to fade the moment he closes his home's door to never come back. Then,when he arrives to his destination, a brave new world will appear in front of his tired eyes. That's the irony of being a migrant. One leaves family and friends behind. And they get use of not seeing the migrant for a long unknown time. One trades life experiences for a passport stamp and that stamp is a reminder of the decision made. One swaps known places with new sightings of the world. Some are beautiful,some bring sadness,most of them will be new everyday places to hang out, to love and hate. Everything smells new. Everything is interesting or strange. It's like starting a new relationship with the environment. But then comes the grief,the sorrow of being away for too long. The sadness moves slower than the migrant steps but sooner or later it will catch him. When it happens, the sorrow pours all its weight upon his conscience. Then the migrant starts missing his family,his friends,his past experiences,his old memories. And the sorrow laughs and settles on the migrant's head to never leave again. Perhaps the migrant isn't alone,but sometimes he'll feel lonely. However, one day,the migrant will start to fill his new world with new experiences. Meeting new and old friends, having new places and situations to claim his. That will happen, one day...