Friday, April 16, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Adventure finally comes to an end.
Touchdown in Ancona (approximately 20 minutes)
Arrival in Milan -driving by car- (approximately 20 minutes+4 hours)
Boarding of train -to Basel- (17:20; 18:20; 19:20 --> depending which we make)
Arrival at Basel SBB (21:30; 22:30; 23:30)
Seeing my baby again --> around those times.
CAN'T WAIT to be back home.
Arrival in Milan -driving by car- (approximately 20 minutes+4 hours)
Boarding of train -to Basel- (17:20; 18:20; 19:20 --> depending which we make)
Arrival at Basel SBB (21:30; 22:30; 23:30)
Seeing my baby again --> around those times.
CAN'T WAIT to be back home.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
17 going on Dead.
It's my birthday today. Yippee, right?
Not particularly, since a) i've been so emotionally allovertheplace that i forgot, b) i'm in the middle of the fucking ocean going to a fucking get-old-really-fast place that i for the life of me, DIDN'T want to go, and c) because my parents are interrogating me half-worried, half-pushy, asking me why i cry myself to sleep each night.
I spent 5 days and 4 nights in Bordeaux, FR with my man. We had an amazing time. It was so great spending all those hours together, when under normal circumstances, we're lucky to see each other for more than 30 minutes a day.
It feels abnormal now, not to have him by my side when i wake up. And in the nights, i even miss his ridiculously loud snoring that persisted that i stay awake a few months ago.
Since when is easter+the day that jesus died more important than the day your daughter turns 17? I'm not one to put much emphasis on age and whatnot, and birthdays are not extreeemely important (ok fine, sometimes they are.) but my direct family isn't even religious. It's more about the feasting and drinking that my parents are upset about missing.
But what do i get? A pat on the back and a sparse hug: Happy Birthday, kid.
This is going to be an awesome vacation. By myself.
Not particularly, since a) i've been so emotionally allovertheplace that i forgot, b) i'm in the middle of the fucking ocean going to a fucking get-old-really-fast place that i for the life of me, DIDN'T want to go, and c) because my parents are interrogating me half-worried, half-pushy, asking me why i cry myself to sleep each night.
I spent 5 days and 4 nights in Bordeaux, FR with my man. We had an amazing time. It was so great spending all those hours together, when under normal circumstances, we're lucky to see each other for more than 30 minutes a day.
It feels abnormal now, not to have him by my side when i wake up. And in the nights, i even miss his ridiculously loud snoring that persisted that i stay awake a few months ago.
Since when is easter+the day that jesus died more important than the day your daughter turns 17? I'm not one to put much emphasis on age and whatnot, and birthdays are not extreeemely important (ok fine, sometimes they are.) but my direct family isn't even religious. It's more about the feasting and drinking that my parents are upset about missing.
But what do i get? A pat on the back and a sparse hug: Happy Birthday, kid.
This is going to be an awesome vacation. By myself.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Into Oblivion.
Not only did i watch this song two years ago at the Abart Club in Zurich, have a great time with the members of FFAF and return to my house smelling like beer, smoke and sweat, but i'm about to embark on the actual journey.
I wonder...is there ever a correct time to do it? Or do people just up and away on their own judgment?
I miss you.
I wonder...is there ever a correct time to do it? Or do people just up and away on their own judgment?
I miss you.
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