I went to Riga! Ok, to be honest, I came back already 3 days ago, but it does not change the fact. I spent there whole weekend, met good people, and that was totally nice! However, do not start to think that I would like to go back. Yes, sometimes I miss it, especially people, Piektdiena and the park on way from home to work. But I like it here in Tallinn as well, and Riga is just another nice place where to be from time to time.
I landed in Riga airport, took a taxi and was looking on familiar sites along the road and streets. And felt like going home.... but then I realized that this time I'm actually going to a hotel, and all feeling of home vanished just in a moment. Instead I started to think where is my home at all? Currently I'm in my flat in Tallinn, and it is my home in that sense that I come here after work, sleep, spend some of free time, make some food, and I like it here. But I know that I'm not going to be here in very long term, so then again it's not really like home. Is Riga my home? Used to be, but not anymore. Sometimes going to parents I call "going home", but actually I'm just a guest there and not like at home.
I'm homeless. Not in Russian sense of бомж - человек без определенного места жительства, or person without a particular place of residence. That I do have. But nevertheless, homeless or kodutu in Estonian.