Bubble Baths and Rollercoasters

Yesterday, back to Budapest and after Barcelona, I thought it would be a good back-to-business idea to go to an Open Mic... Well it was for sure a good idea, but not so much back-to-business! I once again felt incredibly happy and fulfilled, up there with my guitar and my voice... A good friend, lots of fellow musicians and a very - very - chill vibe. Today? Back to work I guess. Powerpoints, excel sheets and presentations. Although I have to say, I do like the presentations! :)  And so I can't help but wonder - Who could fit, by my side, in two such different worlds?

This wasn't a new city. Wasn't a new country, not even a new culture to take in. In fact, what made this trip so amazing was that it felt so much like home. I haven't been home almost 5 months now, and it's been getting hard to stop the nostalgia associated to food, language, or simply an old friend popping on my Facebook newsfeed... But this weekend, in Barcelona, I was invaded with memories from many different periods of my life. I got to reminisce about my first college years, my boyfriend and its group of friends, and great dinners and double dates... My Erasmus times, when my friends visited me in my first month in Brussels... And then one of my best friends in Lisbon, with whom I shared so many things - And hopefully one day will get to share so many more! This was a haunting weekend with deep emotions and connections. Three days passed, and I'm still trying to focus again on my daily tasks at work. It was a mixture of homesickness and anxiousness about ...

It's great to meet up with old friends. It's great, but at the same time, deeply disturbing. Sometimes, not even friends. Just a random person who, once upon a time, was so present in our lives, that we were just used to her being there - Not thinking, for a moment, that they would be gone one day. Last night I had a dinner with an old friend. I missed him a lot, but more than that, I miss the times we shared together, the group of friends which wasn't even exactly mine - I was more of a guest who came and went... I remembered the weekends in Salvaterra, the double dates, the sleepovers and some of my first guitar nights... I remembered that period of my life, so many years ago, when I was sure that everything would be OK, and the person I was with would give me everything I ever needed - Love. It's great to meet up with old friends. It's great, but they have that disconcerting ability to shake us up, take us from our balance, and then get up, say goodnight an...