okay.. so this so this is how it feels.
it feels like february has some how morphed into may. it feels that march and april only existed as a dream;
a dream that could slip away from my memory at any time now... just waiting for the right moment.
i don't think that i've actually grasped the fact that i'm back, nor that i went to europe in the first place.
this is the most sureal experience that i will ever have in my life. it feels like i've seen everyone just yesterday..
but i haven't it's been 2 months and that freaks me out. i feel foreign in my own country.
i have a second home now and its in canada... my primary home is in germany.
i miss you bremen. i miss leona.
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