I knew it was going to be rough.
I knew, and yet I wasn't prepared.
I am content, and I feel as if no time has passed.
And yet , there is a whole chapter of my life that I cannot name or catagorize or explain.
I want to wake up tomorrow morning, and die of Sicilian heat. I want to shower in my shitty bathroom in the basement, I want to go to the beach and get burnt , I want to talk to Daniela and take walks in the Piazza. I want to be there,but I know that I must be here. Not only be here, but WANT to be here, because there is no other road to take.
I have so many good things happening right now, none of which I can enjoy because I am still not 100% here.
I am very sleepy, and I still need to wash my face.
What will the next days bring forth I wonder?
Absense makes the heart grow fonder, weaker, and more prone to sentimental hooey.
my chest aches.
