Sleepless in Zurich

The time is almost half past seven and I'm waiting for the plane that' ll take me back home. My heart is beating cause I think my mom is trying to reach me. (She can't know I'm abroad - long story). I'm writting in English because they don't --really-- use Greek here...

I'm just dying of boredom and I thought what better way to spend my time than leave a mark here, making sure that my (not so far) future self knows that there really isn't any place like home.