And then I woke up and realised that I was in Sweden again. What happend? Yesterday I woke up in Alanya.. Yeah. The two weeks in paradise had ended. Back to work, back to same boring life again.

I miss Alanya - My second home.

Me and Ömer hade an interesting conversation a couple of days ago. I said that I love Alanya and I that I hate going home. He wondered why I love Alanya, is it the Party? The sun?

I love Alanya.

I know I've only been there three times, but every time the outline of the city and the castle comes into view from the transferbus, I start smiling. And I never stop smiling until I leave that outline behind me.

In my blogentry where I write about myself in Swedish, I ask where that girl went.

That girl, that always smiled, laughed, sang and danced.

The girl who had unlimited joy in her heart.

That's the place where she belong. Where she smiles, she laughes and sings, even when she don't know the words.

And she dances. With her whole heart.

And she loves.

With her whole body, mind, heart and soul.

I miss being her. But I love that she has a place where she belongs.