The train leaving Vienna tonight at 6:50pm reaches Arad at 4am.
In the past six weeks…I have missed meeting Monalisa in Paris, ran blissful after our bus in London, found the Swedish embassy in Lisbon, searched for a matching scarf in Madrid, made friends with Spike in Bremen, flirted with Berlin, slept in the Belgian country side, smoked Cuban cigars in Metz, walked in the snow in Luxembourg, had delicious falafel in Freiburg, bought a book in St Gallen, partied in Zurich, and met my mum in Vienna.
I could write too many paragraphs like this one; it’s just cutting out a second, a feeling, a smell, a thought, a color from the past few weeks. I have stories, I have travel tips, I have ideas of furniture I want in my house, I have new music, I have...a lot. What I don’t have anymore are those two lines I get on my forehead when I frown.
And so 10 more days are left before I reach the end of these first 100 days.
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