I am an insane person
Sometimes I start to miss Berlin so much, there has to be something wrong with me. I am just a really insane person. It's like some crazy love I have for that place. I'm starting to like New York more now that I can go to cool places that play good music for the tazen, but it is so not Berlin and it could never be. Nothing could ever be Berlin and that makes me crazy because I feel like I am doomed to spend the rest of my life missing the place. I should have never gone because then I wouldn't have this crazy longing inside of me to get back. Its weird, I had this longing way before I went or knew the place really. And now I really really know where I am meant to be. It's crazy, really.