It was harder than I believed.
I'm at home in Milan. It's been tough. Especially the first flight, the one from Keplavìk.
I touched the porthole as if to say goodbye to the land. It's just over. It's not gonna be the same again.
I spent the night in London, pretty confused and feeling for the first time in ohhh such a long time, a bit lonely.
I met a Canadian guy, very smart and cute, J. from Winnipeg. I really hope we'll keep in touch. He seemed v. nice. It was nice talking to him and forgetting the whole goodbye thing for a little while.
It took me forever to arrive at home. And I spent a helluva lot of money (13300 kr + £ 165 for extra luggage - it's not a mistake, you're reading correctly).
I slept a bit this afternoon right after having some lasagne at Gab's place.
I spent the evening with G. It's been better than what I remembered. V. good time with him. It's always nice to confront yourself with someone you can be fully transparent with. It's like you can really be 100% yourself and not being judged but simply advised. I think that's also one of the reasons why sometimes I feel attracted to guys in their thirties, older than me. It feels like they can teach me something or lead me to the right direction. It feels reassuring.
I came to think also that in younger guys there's always that innocent, lively and so powerful aspect. The restlessness, the joy, the creativity, the ideas, the projects, the willingness to do and try as much as life offers. That really belongs to us. To me at least.
On the way back from G.'s place I casually bumped into some guys from uni I hadn't seen in months. It was so weirdly exciting to meet them after so much time. They'd been to Hong Kong, L.A., Belgium. Tomorrow we're gonna have a sort of welcome back lunch together. I look forward to that.
Yet my mind keeps obsessing me with Iceland. So many faces. So many laughters. So much of... everything. I wonder where they are - Copenhagen, Helsinki, Reykjavìk, Minnesota... - and what they're doing, with whom they are. It's over now.
Milan's streets look so familiar yet so faraway. I walked around the city tonight. The air was really warm and made me sweat. Here is no sea, no chilly breeze, no new languages and unknown sounds. But it takes very little to bring them back to life. I just gotta close my eyes.
I'm at home in Milan. It's been tough. Especially the first flight, the one from Keplavìk.
I touched the porthole as if to say goodbye to the land. It's just over. It's not gonna be the same again.
I spent the night in London, pretty confused and feeling for the first time in ohhh such a long time, a bit lonely.
I met a Canadian guy, very smart and cute, J. from Winnipeg. I really hope we'll keep in touch. He seemed v. nice. It was nice talking to him and forgetting the whole goodbye thing for a little while.
It took me forever to arrive at home. And I spent a helluva lot of money (13300 kr + £ 165 for extra luggage - it's not a mistake, you're reading correctly).
I slept a bit this afternoon right after having some lasagne at Gab's place.
I spent the evening with G. It's been better than what I remembered. V. good time with him. It's always nice to confront yourself with someone you can be fully transparent with. It's like you can really be 100% yourself and not being judged but simply advised. I think that's also one of the reasons why sometimes I feel attracted to guys in their thirties, older than me. It feels like they can teach me something or lead me to the right direction. It feels reassuring.
I came to think also that in younger guys there's always that innocent, lively and so powerful aspect. The restlessness, the joy, the creativity, the ideas, the projects, the willingness to do and try as much as life offers. That really belongs to us. To me at least.
On the way back from G.'s place I casually bumped into some guys from uni I hadn't seen in months. It was so weirdly exciting to meet them after so much time. They'd been to Hong Kong, L.A., Belgium. Tomorrow we're gonna have a sort of welcome back lunch together. I look forward to that.
Yet my mind keeps obsessing me with Iceland. So many faces. So many laughters. So much of... everything. I wonder where they are - Copenhagen, Helsinki, Reykjavìk, Minnesota... - and what they're doing, with whom they are. It's over now.
Milan's streets look so familiar yet so faraway. I walked around the city tonight. The air was really warm and made me sweat. Here is no sea, no chilly breeze, no new languages and unknown sounds. But it takes very little to bring them back to life. I just gotta close my eyes.
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