Ok, now I'm here in Italy since 1 month and what I did in this month? Nothing.
I mean, I started drawing something but my intention was to spend a lot of hours everyday sketching, drawing, painting etc.
I feel lazy and disturbed by more or less everything in this place. I know it's something wrong with me, but I feel like in a prison, even if I'm living alone, it's not something strange, I already knew that but I thought coming back would be easier than... this.
Everyone is saying, 'everyone wants to come back', or 'THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME', but what is 'home'? I never felt this word, maybe I felt it when I was at the Musee du Louvre or something... Or maybe home is a nightmare, maybe it means that...
I don't know, I have no place in the world but I'm a little worried about this thing, I cannot give another chance to the place where my family and friends lived for dozens of years...
Also, I met my friends, and I felt 'distance' between me and them. When I was distant I never felt this. Not all of them, but the friends that I used to see every weekend or when we had the time to do something. I really grew up with many of them.
It's not a very huge problem, but I feel very lonely. Today is saturday night I don't know if I'm going to do something, I don't wanna see them, but what I can do in this minuscule town with nothing and none?
Am I really missing some people from London? Also I don't want to think too much about London cause I don't want to miss IT too much...
Boh.