Just befriend your hotel clerk (their English is always good) and tell them what you need.
You regress to being a child as you tiptoe around your tragically unfurnished place but mom is not an option.
I fall in love with cities the way some fall in love with people.
Am I ever really going to be happy? I ran his words through my head over and over as I packed boxes and prowled thrift stores in search of perfect white plates. I had been happy, and I had infinite space to be happy; I never thought that before, but I knew it now. I had tremendous capacity for joy, but it was hard to find.
Save yourself the heartache, don’t trust too fast. And don’t write anyone off, you never now when one of you will have something great to offer the other.
EUROPE THIS, EUROPE THAT.
Many of us remain close and flock to the same cities, cities we once fantasized about while staring out of a window, occasionally being snapped back to reality by an aggravated teacher, in the middle of third period English. I never considered staying.
When it comes to reality, we get stuck. We don’t know where to start. We can’t find someone to go on the journey with. We feel scared as the future seems uncertain and you don’t know what’s out there.
Your own personal mug. It’s a necessity.
You don’t want the same life you lived before. But don’t try to be too different, don’t try to make your life the complete opposite of what it was before — you’ll drive yourself crazy.