120313–Memories and that place called home.
We sat outside under the red blossoms tonight and for the first time spoke about going home. “It’s already come to this,” I thought. That moment when you realize that this soon shall end. This fascinating thing and truth that everything that begins soon will end again. But then I remembered how it seems like each end is just a new beginning. The dynamic process of creating our own bearable existence. And then the happy memories: Before take off to Saudi I invited women in my life that I love to come drink and dance one night with me. Today I found hazy and dizzy memories in my camera.