I was in Lisbon, Berlin and Zagreb this summer/winter; some horrible things happened in the family, and it was an animated trip, but not a nice one. I didn’t want to go: the only reason why I left was that a ticket had been booked, back at a time when I knew the reason why. When the time came to return to Australia, I didn’t want to go back. I couldn’t remember a single reason why I had ever wanted to live here. They are two different worlds, I suppose, the upsides of one incomparable with the downsides of the other.
Now I have an expensive haircut, and a beautiful boyfriend who plays French chançons in the morning, and treats me so well I have plenty of time to think about going back to Berlin, Zagreb, Lisbon. All the rest is as usual. Oh. And I won $20,000. C’est bon, c’est bon.
Well, all trauma aside, it’s great that you are back and writing (as I sit here in Singapore, stuck on my way back to London).
Best
Simon
Hello Simon! All best to you too, and ah London will be wonderful soon, while Melbourne is just about to get terribly wintry and miserable…
Yes i also didn’t want to come back after being in China, like you i couldn’t think of a reason to come back…
I have to say, I also forget why I want to go to Europe. It takes certain effort to get tired of the constant comfort and ease. Though I have to say, inspirational relationships help. Paradoxically, they feed the part of you that aspires and desires and yearns.
This could potentially link to a treatise on why bad jobs (and relationships) are so much harder to leave than good ones, but I also have a policy paper to write…