January 2012
30 posts
America.
Feels the same, yet a bit different every time I come back.
There’s snow on the ground. Snow stays clean here for longer. The air is cool, fresh. It gets me to wake up from dreaming. It keeps me awake, stuck with my feet in the present.
It’s good to see friends. To feel missed and loved.
At the same time, I feel that my other life on the other continent is just a misty...
I thought I had sorted myself out. But I don’t think I have managed to do that yet.
Where to? I hate talking to other people about it. I feel like we just go around endless circles. And we get to the same conclusion: life’s gonna kick our asses all the time.
I wonder if I am ever going to find someone capable of sorting myself out somewhat, as it looks I am absolutely incapable of...
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December 2011
25 posts
Back home.
This feels a bit weird but absolutely amazing. I also slept for 16 hours last night, which was heavenly. Now I am cuddling up with my dog and guinea pig and eating Nutella toast. Can it get better?
As much as I like America, I <3 Europe!
