I am just back in London for a week-end, allegedly to sort mail and banking stuff. Saturday morning went past and I could not even get close to a high street. The Monday will be more productive, or so I hope. Procrastinating whilst on holiday is one of my specialties, the less I do, the less I want to do.
However being back in London has brought this sort of strange feeling upon me. I never left this city, I come back to the places and they are all the same, not much has changed. I miss the people, but its like I never left. Its like London will not be the same as when I arrived, I walk through the streets I go to the pubs. The faces, the places all have memories attached to them. A story waiting to be told for each coble stone. Being away from London has made London better, I get more out of this place in a week-end in terms of re-fueling than I ever used to.
I am sure things will be similar in a few months or years in Twente, its just a question of time to settle in, to discover and enjoy. Lets pick it all up with a vengeance, lets drive beyond driven, lets boldly split infinitives. London your kisses will be missed but the further and far between they appear in my life, the more they mean to me.
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I know exactly how you feel. I felt same when I left my country and went back there for holiday. I'll tell just one thing. Places, looks, ideas, environments will change but true friends won't.
Take care mate,
Serkan
Doustum, doustum Serkan.
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