Time is up

Returned yesterday. Haven't posted for some days. Wanted to live the last days there fully without having to do anything else. It sucks to leave there every time. When i went this time i wanted to see how i felt returning after almost 9 months. As a tourist this time. But actually it doesn't matter. It will always feel home. A place i will want to go with some regularity. It never felt as a vacation place but as a place where i belong. I don't even know if that makes any sense.

I didn't make as much pics and movies as i wanted. Now that i think about that it is because it doesn't do justice to that feeling of being here. It would be a mere distorted reflection of an experience.

Do i regret leaving last June? As for the reason why i went then no. Leaving this time was more intense actually. Because i realized how much i had missed it and had come passed the reason for the actual leaving back then.

The last days specifically i took in all the sounds and images and smells. And when i close my eyes i can still see it and hear it. The sounds of steps on the pavement, the brush of air against ur skin. Maybe u know what i mean.

Joseph Brodsky wrote once: “No matter under what circumstances you leave it, home does not cease to be home. No matter how you lived there: well or poorly.”