My culture
I've been back for 3 weeks and still... completely lost among hundred of questions.
I think i've been asking myself what i am doing here for the last.. 6 months ?
Some days are clear and sunny, full of everything but questions... As long as you don't dig too deep. But once you start to open the brain file "So are you happy right now ?", it's like an avalanch of questions that usually don't bring much of answers... rather tears.
I'm tired. I think i just want to go "home" for a bit even tho "home" is here right now, where i built a bit of a social life, a nice flat and some work. I think about the other Home. My roots, my past. My culture.
If only i could know.
I miss New York, i miss some life in a city. I miss a soul in this f*** city.
I miss him.
I want to know the answers to "And if and if"... But i can't. It's probably even too late.
I realize that i have been to an intersection few months ago, Road 1 and Road 2, and i might have taken the wrong direction... The Road 1 looked easier, cute, sweet, but now, where am i ?
Rongee de questions de doutes qui me suivent a la trace.
Shoot.
However, Life is not treating us that bad... Art Gallery, dancing at the Celebrities, sushi, good movies, brunch, good friends...
I should seriously kick my ass and work.
Tomorrow.
I think i've been asking myself what i am doing here for the last.. 6 months ?
Some days are clear and sunny, full of everything but questions... As long as you don't dig too deep. But once you start to open the brain file "So are you happy right now ?", it's like an avalanch of questions that usually don't bring much of answers... rather tears.
I'm tired. I think i just want to go "home" for a bit even tho "home" is here right now, where i built a bit of a social life, a nice flat and some work. I think about the other Home. My roots, my past. My culture.
If only i could know.
I miss New York, i miss some life in a city. I miss a soul in this f*** city.
I miss him.
I want to know the answers to "And if and if"... But i can't. It's probably even too late.
I realize that i have been to an intersection few months ago, Road 1 and Road 2, and i might have taken the wrong direction... The Road 1 looked easier, cute, sweet, but now, where am i ?
Rongee de questions de doutes qui me suivent a la trace.
Shoot.
However, Life is not treating us that bad... Art Gallery, dancing at the Celebrities, sushi, good movies, brunch, good friends...
I should seriously kick my ass and work.
Tomorrow.