Was amazing. I bathed topless, swam in the medditerian, drank bottles and bottles of cheap sangria and soothed my restless heart. The sky is bigger in Spain. The sun is dryer, and all in all, this was exactly what I needed.
I fly to Paris in the morning. This is my last week, and although the trip was entirely not what I imagined, it was entirely perfect. I feel so, so something I haven´t felt yet. Something like assurance. Something like somehow, I am somewhat more who I never knew, I always was.
NYC on the 30th.
xoxo
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Someday I hope to realize I was never what I never hoped I really was but was trying to not be the person I knew I didn't want to be yet still always would be, knowwhatI'msayin'?
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ReplyDeletei found a post card i meant to send to you but apparently forgot. i will mail it from ny. and you will make fun of me for being the kind of person who cant even mail a post card correctly.