I took this photo last week during my visit in middle America. I swear I said I would never travel under these conditions ever again but a nice reminder of exactly why I swore this off eight years ago sets my decision in stone. Never again. Can you believe I was about to move my entire life into a country that 75% dwells in this and the other 25% is rain? Love will make you compromise that's for damn sure. Dodged a bullet on that one.
The irony is I still found myself traveling under those conditions as well as head in the direction towards the country that would have been my new home. One cold state to another till a twelve hour flight landed me to the coldest country in Europe. Why move meditatively towards something naturally I am uncomfortable in? The warmest thing I had was an oversize winter parka I recently bought at a Goodwill store in Chicago. My fingers froze. My stomach churned at every step, really believing that if I stopped moving right here right now, I will freeze to death. Why? Love only knows.
Because I sure hell didn't. But I was there. In the midst of the unfamiliar city that was draped in snow white, lips dry, unable to speak the common language, and only had my phone to guide me. You were suppose to be there with me to guide us through this. But you weren't. But I was there.
And the bitterness of the peak of winter sets the reality.
The situation was mean. Us not being there together was unbearable.
Just as I was about to curse it all off, I received a message from you.
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