now that i'm back i've been thinking about my definition of home. growing up, home was our house en lanús, and for a long time, after we left, i felt like i didn't have a home anymore. like part of me was still in argentina... and as the years went by other parts of me were left behind in different places. it takes time to put oneself together, i guess. and finally it happened that i became a whole person again, without feeling so lost and divided between all those places that were part of my past. i was ready to find my way back home. and i found it, almost 4 years ago. now "home" is the two of us together. no matter where.