I think I know what Farin feels like when he goes off to one of his x-month long journeys. I'm leaving to Berlin the day after tomorrow and the thought makes me euphoric. And that just for a 3-day stay.
Every time I go somewhere, especially abroad, I feel this rush. It's difficult to explain. I can't concentrate on simple everyday tasks, I get lost in thought, I forget everything. It's like being on drugs. Or being in love.
And every time I come back, there's a lump in my throat and I feel like a piece of my heart is ripped out and left there for me to come back and fetch it. Probably if I lived in another place long enough, I'd start missing Italy too, but now I just wish I was somewhere else. Anywhere but here.
Stupid, I know. But I can't help it.
PS Drabbles come later.
Every time I go somewhere, especially abroad, I feel this rush. It's difficult to explain. I can't concentrate on simple everyday tasks, I get lost in thought, I forget everything. It's like being on drugs. Or being in love.
And every time I come back, there's a lump in my throat and I feel like a piece of my heart is ripped out and left there for me to come back and fetch it. Probably if I lived in another place long enough, I'd start missing Italy too, but now I just wish I was somewhere else. Anywhere but here.
Stupid, I know. But I can't help it.
PS Drabbles come later.