53. Back.

I’m back and in-between two planes. I fly to New York next friday, and nothing is ready. I am not ready. But still I bought a flight from New York to Chicago a week later, because being tired is not enough to stop me, I want to see everything.

Romania was great, but I ended up seeing once again a man dying. Car accident. Selfishly I wish I had not witnessed this, not once again… Some memories have awakened, not the best for a new start. Tensions appeared. I don’t think I showed myself on my best day there. But I could not wear a mask on my feelings anymore…

Speaking on my feelings, this is getting complicated, again. I feel lonely, sometimes. And I think I know someone likes me… and it’s tempting to, just dive in, indulge in receiving, being seduced… but it would be weak and not fair, right?