I've been back to my hometown, Messina (Sicily).
Not such big deal since is still literally the same as long as I remember (but isn't it the story of all hometowns?).
Christmas holidays in the end were a bit up and down since life brought me in different places both physically and mentally, but that's life
People you haven’t seen in years, wounds healed by time, affordable food and drink, family, watching TV.
If you’re as lucky as me there‘ll be seaside and countryside too. Maybe it wasn’t about the destination, but the friends we made along the way?
looking back, this year felt like i lived multiple lifetimes. It’s december now,
— i feel cold; i realised i forgot how i was as a kid, i feel more closer to ‘what has been’ than ‘what could be’. i thought more about god than i would have preferred and i kept mistaking euphoria for contentment. I also learnt that real grief starts when you thought that you were done with it, figured out the exact measurements for a perfect black coffee and accepted that i like people more than i admit. it’s december now and the only thing in my mind is that i hope everyone is keeping warm.