Am I fine? Yes.
Am I happy? Somedays.
But you know those moments, that go on for days, weeks, where everything's so good, you just think, something bad has to happen because this feeling can't keep going on forever.
It's been awhile.
Showing posts with label Italia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Italia. Show all posts
Monday, April 5, 2010
this day in 2009
I miss Italy today. This time last year, I was struggling through a 7,000 word paper, and for amusement I stole my housemate's wooden cat and we left ransom notes around the palazzo. I'd forgotten about this one. It read wear your stiletto boots and bring cookies "in class or else your cat will lose a limb every day." Before hiding it in a cabinet, we hung it from a shower and made a ransom video. Yea, we were that tired of writing papers. She never gave into our demands, I never pulled the limbs off.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Red eye flights across Europe
Beyonce's Halo remind me of flights across eastern Europe. I developed a fear of flying last year, simply because I figured with all the flights I'd been taking, my odds of dying were higher. The only comfort I took was listening to music as the plane would take off.
I can't remember the last time I hated week days so much. And then I thought, this is what it's like. To wait for the weeks to pass so you can reach the weekends and the holidays. And then I thought, life shouldn't be like this. Because when it's good, when it's really good, you don't want any days to pass any faster than they do.
I'm not sure if it's sad or what. I used to romanticize airports. When I was younger, I used to love flying. I even liked airplane food, but then again, the food probably was better in those days. And now though I still love everything that they represent, I equate travel to my fear of losing this life.
Getting older never fared well with me.
I can't remember the last time I hated week days so much. And then I thought, this is what it's like. To wait for the weeks to pass so you can reach the weekends and the holidays. And then I thought, life shouldn't be like this. Because when it's good, when it's really good, you don't want any days to pass any faster than they do.
I'm not sure if it's sad or what. I used to romanticize airports. When I was younger, I used to love flying. I even liked airplane food, but then again, the food probably was better in those days. And now though I still love everything that they represent, I equate travel to my fear of losing this life.
Getting older never fared well with me.
Labels:
Italia,
Red Eye Flights,
the european union
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