bitter sweet

just finished a book

not a high literature master piece, but a nice book

I was sad when I reached my last page, because I enjoyed every bit and read it all at once (which never happens... I usually get bored at some point and drop a lot of books I start)

I had immediately this bitter sweet sensation, going along with the bitter sweet sensation of leaving Italy behind

I am sad. I am sad of going back to Dresden because I don't belong there anymore. Even if it's a transitional phase I lost my sleep thinking about being there taking care of certain things. When u don't miss a place, it's never a good sign. It means it's not ur place anymore.

Home was very good. Not a paradise anyways. There were some disappointing discussions, which made me feel more bitter than sweet. Nothing new though. People never really change for better. Neither I. Once I could have started to fight for this, I don't feel to fight for it anymore.

My stomach hurts but now I know it has nothing to do with flu and seasonal virus... it's me. It's all that has  been going on which makes me feel like this. Through difficulties to the stars.

Time to pack and go.

The only thing in my bag which keeps on making me smile is my happy thought: U.