Some thoughts of being a multiple-time expat

I have been mainly posting photos here recently which doesn't mean I don't have anything to say any more! It's the result of boredom (!) mixed with being busy (if this is possible to mix).
I've been thinking of sharing some thoughts of being a multiple-time expat. I used to live in Poland for most of my life, then some months in France and in turn seven years in Belgium. I moved to Italy more than two years ago and as a consequence, I don't really belong to any place. I still feel my place-to-be is in Brussels (which already makes things easier) but after experiencing other countries, part of oneself stays in there. 
Even if I want to be back, I cannot stop thinking of things I will miss from here. Because living in a country is not being on holidays! If you go to Capri for two weeks, you will miss the sun and sea after you are back in the office but it will pass quickly; instead living in a place makes you experience different reality really profoundly, starting with diverse food and climate, through habits, rules and codes, and last but not least - with different mentality. And you start liking part of this new world, another you dislike, you constantly compare, you gradually adjust. And changing again, even to known and familiar reality, turns your world again upside down. 
Thinking of returning makes me excited and scared at the same time...

This view, those evenings at Tevere will be one of the things I will miss.