Are we really in June?
I was in Scotland but I might as well have dropped off the face of the earth since then. I'm already back in Aix with two weeks to go. Warsaw and Budapest seem like a dream--which is how it usually goes. Even Giverny, with its smiling blooms and lethargic lillies, is only just there where I can no longer touch.
There are books to ship and clothes to pitch, music to buy, cafés to sip.
Maybe I sound like I've got it all together, but I don't.
I can't help but need to hear someone's heart beat for me.
Architecture can only reach so far. A Japanese bridge can only inspire so many.
What fuels me is the beat of a sister, a mama, a father, a brother...
I'll go speak some French, live it up with the locals and my Japanese.
But I love you.
posted by Narisilme @ 2:23 AM
4 Comments:
your council's advice:
find a job where you can live your dreams and renew your memories. i am wise beyond my years. of course, you can win the lotto or marry well. but if you have to work....
luv, p
Eleonore, je te commets dans les mains de Dieu. Amuse-toi pendant tout le reste de ton temps en Europe et dis "Bonjour" en faisant la bise a ta maman, papa, soeur, frere, et copains.
bu-bump, bu-bump.
I'd go with your father's advice. ;) You could even do both....
AJ
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P.S. 11 days to go...
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