Life here

It has been almost three weeks since I came back from my other home. Why am I calling home to a place where I just spent 6 months? Well, it's complicated. Not only one of my parents is there but also my soulmate and two sister that life gave to me when I was growing up. I had the time to share with every person who lives there. I appreciate every second, every breath close to them, every coffee with them, every sky, sun, flower, traffic, every little thing that I could share with them.
It has been almost three weeks and It's has been hard. I cried the whole first week. Then I prayed and asked God that He gave me the strenght to move on and live one day at the time. I told him that I didn't want to cry every day and that I also want to enjoy the life here in my home with my family. It's hard because I miss everything there, even the expensive theather that was near to my house. I miss drink coffee and eat Maria's Pizza. I miss the Sonic Sundae. I miss call in weekends day because it's free.
I remember the last day I was there. I remember how grey was the sky, mi dad told me days later that that day was so dark because it was sad due the fact that I was leaving. I thought the same but I didn't say anything cause it was already too hard for me.
Nights and weekends are specially thorny for me.... but I have gone throught these for three times before, so I just need to remember how is life here, not there.