an email from a friend yesterday reminded me that sometimes between people things just aren’t the same unless you’re both back ‘home’. for the first time since I’m away (july) I’ve had, for a split second, a small heartthrob thinking that I really do miss him and that distance-friendship is hard to keep.
if you read this, please know you’ll be (along with my favorite ice queen) the first person I’ll share an iced mocca with once I’m in Vienna. we can talk about love affairs and complain about the world and hug each other until we choke.

miss you both so much..

I was walking back to the hostel today – under a light summer rain – when I started listing in my head a lot of things I miss about France. It’s funny because I don’t miss France all the time, or everyday – I hardly ever think about it – but sometimes I see something that’ll remind me of a certain scene, or moment.. like, pine cones, which really remind me of when we’d walk to the forest from school, just to sit around under trees… so anyway, I’ve been away from home for one month and ten days (only! it feels like so much longer) and I believe it is time for me to make a list…

Things I miss about Vienna:

crossing the river every day
the playgrounds at every block
iced white moccaccino
tap water
doing laundry at 3am when I can’t sleep
cheaper art materials
the austrian postal service
that perfect moment when summer ends and rain is right around the corner
complaining about the subway
the shows
…and people..

that’s all for now. to whoever reads this back home, please remember that even if I don’t mention it, you are most probably missed over here :)