Leaving something I never left
((..copied from my diary, written on the fight from Boston(US)-Bergen(Norway)..)) My heart breaks a little bit every time I leave Boston Logan. The flight takes off and all in a sudden I feel like throwing up. There's some sort of longing inside me which my body want to get rid of. Or a love my heart wants to get. I'm not quite sure if it's all the memories, the time which won't rewind, or the pull between my two different homes, which gives me this nowhere bound kinda feelin