“Why do you think I want this boat? All I want to do is sail away…”<\/p>\n
Two weeks in Europe seems awfully short as I stare at my little desk calendar here at work. The days are boxed and marked out with a black felt-tip pen.<\/p>\n
Why do I want to go back so badly? What draws me to it? Is it some longing for a childhood left behind? The place invariably meets my expectations after all these years; it did in 2000 when we returned for a few days. It’s hard to think I would appreciate it more now than I did when I was younger… I was always a bit solitary and pensive, and absorbed my surroundings on my own terms, and I knew what I was seeing was a place of beauty like none I had ever seen before, or was likely to see again (not in the same way, at least). I think, more than anything, I want to share those experiences with people. The thought of returning by myself repels me. But then I catch myself: It’s just my naivet\u00e9 talking. I have experiences, strong feelings wrapped up in those places, all the more tumultuous since they’ve been dormant for so long, and even though the same foreign vistas might be moving across our eyes, what goes on underneath may be completely different, uncategorizable as better or worse, just different. I want to share the sights and places, but more than that, it’s some desire to include my companions into my memories, to fill some loneliness I didn’t know I felt. And that’s grossly unfair to them. We’ll create new experiences, new memories, sure, but between those and existing in that place for a few days won’t exorcise the loneliness I felt for the better part of those years. I don’t know what to do about it, if anything. I may just have to carry it with me.<\/p>\n
sail away with me
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