@Rosenrot_ @AprilMayJune : That's the thing. It's not that I'm unhappy at the moment but I'm not happy either. I'm just in some sort of in-between where I'm trying to get things right and settle so I can be happy but at this precise moment, I am not. And that makes it even worse because everything great that happened while I was there keeps coming back. I am fully aware that when I was in London, I was very lucky because there were lots of things I didn't have to worry about (such as paying rent or food) and if one day I have the chance to go back and live there, the circumstances of my going will be entirely different and I would definitely have to worry about such things (because, indeed, everything is super expensive) but I can't help it, I miss it so much. London is the perfect city for someone like me.
And it's so ridiculous because I'm supposed to be living a super-duper adventure right now but I am not and all I can think about is how much I miss London, how great it was, how easy it is to feel at home there. And I feel like an idiot not to be able to enjoy the present because I always think of the past.
I was rewatching Sherlock recently and the streets, the landmarks, the names, I know them. I know where they are, I know what they really look like, I saw that for real and I miss everything.
Something. Something missing. That's exactly it.
Well,
@Rosenrot_ some day, I'll take you to London, to really feel London, and I would gladly have you showing me Berlin because I've never been there (yet).
I think it is the same thing as us,
@AprilMayJune, because I consider London as my home even if I only spent a year there. I felt good there, I felt alive (really alive, I mean) and it's all the little things that I miss the most. I hope for you you'll be able to go home soon.
