What was the first thing I felt when I arrived in the city of Bellingham the first time? I guess it was a similar feeling to the one I have now, gazing in wonder at the streets through the car windows, admiring the beauty of what was to be my next home.
Right now, driving back to Washington with Luka, enjoying this wonderful view, I ask myself... Is this a dream? I am so happy to be back, that this long and intense journey is over, and that I can finally meet my family again.
Seeing all of them will make me so happy...
But still, the nervousness is evident in me, it is obvious that I was going to feel this way, after all, I don't know how my parents will react, I have no idea what they will say when they see me arriving with Luka and how they will receive him. If they hate him, what wil
