Being away makes you miss all the little things, the simple coffees, the crazy man sreaming near the usual coffee, the russian waitress that gives us water when we buy sweets, the conversations about really nothing, all those things we used to do on a regular basis and now we don’t. And 2 days it’s so little time, we almost don’t have time to really live life.
I always love to go back, see my friends, my family, eat good food, drink great coffee, go shopping to those places that I was sick and tired before, see the news, all those things, but now I really like to come back, to the city I live in now, to the bed I now call mine, to my living room, to go to the coffee I now like to go, to see the people I’m used to now. I really love my to worlds, the one is always going to be there for me, the one I knew for 23 years, and the new one, the one I’m trying now.
P.S: I miss you there, going to the “mountain” trying to see mars and the moon and listening to Within Temptation and Robbie Williams. ;)