We are back in L.A.
before leaving i am always desperately sad and then, once here, all the sadness disappears. why is that? Is that normal? is that common?
it's 8.34pm and i am trying to keep my eyes open.
on the plane i read "Malamore" by Concita De Gregorio.
I loved it.
I suggest it to all the women/mothers.
brain off.
good night.
1 comment:
good night.
sono contenta che sei felice lì. non mi pare strana quest'alternanza di sentimenti.
:)
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