Wanderlust Revived.
I made some tea to wake myself up and the moment the scent of Earl Grey flooded my senses I felt this overwhelming nostalgia for London and well, Europe in general. Life really was so different there. All of a sudden I wanted to pour milk in my tea and write Benedicte and research jobs in Italy.
Not that it was all roses over there. There were days when I hated Parisians so much I wanted to punch 'em all in the face. But I miss the adventure. I miss my first sight of swans, or a real, live olive tree, or it being socially acceptable to wear leg warmers and bring your dog virtually anywhere.
Sigh. DC really is wonderful. I think about it everytime I am just walking around its bright streets and I know that I am so incredibly blessed to even be here. I just wish that life and ROUTINE didn't have to be so mundane.
Alas, such is life in the real world.
Not that it was all roses over there. There were days when I hated Parisians so much I wanted to punch 'em all in the face. But I miss the adventure. I miss my first sight of swans, or a real, live olive tree, or it being socially acceptable to wear leg warmers and bring your dog virtually anywhere.
Sigh. DC really is wonderful. I think about it everytime I am just walking around its bright streets and I know that I am so incredibly blessed to even be here. I just wish that life and ROUTINE didn't have to be so mundane.
Alas, such is life in the real world.