I love my home. The sky outside my window, the moon and stars in familiar constellations. I have to admit that I'm not connected to the people here (aside from my family), but the hills and forests.
However, I have never felt more freedom than when I walked out of my hotel onto the street in Lisbon, Berlin, Tokyo, Kyoto, Dallas, Valetta, Porto, Paris, ... wherever I was. This moment when the door opens and you can smell a foreign city. See life that's different from your home. Where you can go anywhere and do whatever you want. Noone knows you. Noone judges you. It's the kind of freedom I never knew existed. Now I'm not the most frequent traveller. I don't go much on vacations (though I still plan to go diving this year!), but still... being in a foreign country elates me and fills me with joy.
This is a shorter blog post, because I just got home from my yoga course and only have about an hour before I go to bed. Take care, see you soon.
Lyrics of the day:
Sometimes is never quite enough
If you're flawless, then you'll win my love
Don't forget to win first place
Don't forget to keep that smile on your face
Be a good boy
Try a little harder
You've got to measure up
And make me prouder
How long before you screw it up
How many times do I have to tell you to hurry up
With everything I do for you
The least you can do is keep quiet
Be a good girl
You've gotta try a little harder
That simply wasn't good enough
To make us proud
I'll live for you
I'll make you what I never was
If you're the best, then maybe so am I
Compared to him compared to her
I'm doing this for your own damn good
You'll make up for what I blew
What's the problem ...... why are you crying
Be a good boy
Push a little farther now
That wasn't fast enough
To make us happy
We'll love you just the way you are if you're perfect
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