I miss spending Easters in my house in Poland. I didn't pay much attention to it at that time but, the table was always full and beautifully decorated. The family was together and there was always, something special about that day. When you leave you realize how important the unimportant things were, how much meaningful the meaningless things were, how much you loved the places which were too boring and how priceless the life too random to live was.
Hopefully, I will be back home some day