And then I get reminded of how much I miss the place where I finally came to know myself under clouds, inside pint glasses, and on tardy trains. I wish for it so much, more than anything else really. I'm bawling my eyes out over a place, a mass of buildings and dirty streets. But it was so much more than that, it was my constant companion who gave me much joy and challenge. It gave me strength and inspiration, and so many more memories than any other 180 days, or 365 days, or 10,000 days in my life.
I have to find a way, there must be a way. I just don't believe that the world is so cruel to keep a girl from her concrete soulmate.