The Balcony

I think my parents are splitting up.
They have both been very thoughtful lately. They sneak out on the balcony and just hang out there and reflect. Like I am doing right now. Actually I’m having an ice cream which I think helps my neurons work better.
What strikes me most is that I’m not bothered at all. It’s their life we’re talking about, not mine. I’m done with their lives. I mean, they’re not happy. Thinking over and over, I’ve found no reasons why they should still be together. Love’s long gone. They used to stay together for me. I’ve been blessed and I am very very thankful for that cos it must have been an enormous sacrifice. But that was when I was 10.
I haven’t been with them since I went to university. Things have changed over the past 10 years. They’re still young. My dad only turned 45 last February (I think, not sure, though, gotta check on that…). Obviously I don’t want them to break up, but I think that might be for the best. Really. Sad but true.

Speaking of which… I’ve been to London.
I actually missed my flight back hom on Tuesday. We went out on Monday night, we got… I got really drunk. Came back home early, at about three. I had to wake up two hours later cos my flight was scheduled for 8.15.
I woke up at 7.06 am. Damn it. I spent a very unpleasant long day at fucking Stansted till they boarded me on a plane at four at the very last moment. Good news is they've changed some of the benches in the airport and I found some nice spots to sleep. Zone G, right where you can store your luggage, if you’re interested. Ola certainly is. Sweet darling.

Despite some eccentric behaviors of my host, I had a really great time in London. Booze, friends, clubs, sex, a bit of a crush, too.
God he is gorgeous. My NYC soul mate. Why is soul mate a two-word word? It should be quite the opposite. Once again, bad timing. I really am inclined for being dissatisfied with my love life. This moving around thing certainly ain’t helping.
Maybe one day we’ll be together.

After all the Queen is right:

There’ no love like the future love

London. Bad timing. Again.

I'm in London. I'm leaving tomorrow morning. It's been fun so far. Obviously I hate this city. Nice for a day of two. I could never come live here for more than a week. It's suffocating. I'm becoming a bit sociophobic (is that a word?) so being around too many people makes me dizzy.
Gab is putting me up. We obviously argued. He obviously randomly fucked some strangers and left me in clubs without warning. And keys. Anyway...
The twins are here, too. Davide's changed. Positively I'd say. He works at Gaydar. Ale's much funnier. I like him. We all went out nightclubbing and stuff. Got really drunk the first night.
Met a gorgeous half Italian half Dominican born and raised in NYC. 29yo. He's got dark skin. He speaks Italian so sexy. Let's not talk about his NY accent with the weird "s" he can't pronounce. Such a turn-on. He is perfect.
He's planning on moving to fucking London, though. Pwah!
Mmmm.... He got me thinking about him. Quite a lot, actually. We agreed it's bad timing.
Again.
Gab agrees with me. I must stop somewhere, not always wander around. It's becoming frustrating.
This short getaway has been regenerating. Or probably it's just the outdoor sex and the thrill of risking being arrested that made it so. Haha! At least I forgot for a few days the mess I left at home. Even though I haven't slept much, I have recharged my batteries. Soon it's gonna be all over. At last.
I just realized in two weeks I'll be already flat-hunting in Sydney. Very excited.

Now I'd better take a shower, get dressed and go to the Notting Hill Carnival. It'll be fun.
Cheers.