One of my best friends is currently in New York. Although it's been more than a year since I've lived there, I don't envy her. After my return I used to panic over not being (in every sense of the word) there any more. Gradually I've grown to realize I don't have to worry about anything: the bond I have with this city will take care of my coming back when the time is right again.
When I lived in New York City in 2008, I wrote a series of notes imagining my life in different cities. One of the most specific I ended up with was Zagreb; I knew exactly what I'd like to do if I lived there and this vision also influenced the idea of my dream apartment.
Until I was 15, my family used to spend a couple of months a year at a house at the seaside. As the house has been my number one association to the word "childhood" since I've been introduced to the concept of nostalgia, I developed a strange relationship with it after we'd stopped visiting. When something that valuable for your inner life is (for the most part) taken away, you begin to question everything related to it in order to discover a definite, carved-in-stone truth ...