All my life, I enjoyed being gone. No matter if my brother and I went to summer camp, my classmates and I went on school trips or my family and I went to the Northern Adriatic Coast. I always enjoyed being gone. As such, I never became homesick. Being gone Being gone meant seeing something I wouldn't see in my everyday life. Every year in summer, my family and I went to Northern Italy, to a place called Lignano Sabbiadoro, just at the tip of the Adriatic Sea. Unlike home, all of a sudden I ha...
