Floating

Odd day really.
It dawned on me that this time in eight months I will be in London, well I will have started my day in London, but I suppose I will be in Paris at this actual time. Definitely did not see myself in Europe this year. Kind of spooky, but I couldn't be more thrilled.

Besides figuring out that I'll be in Paris in less than eight months, the rest of the day was pretty mean to me. I said goodbye for the last time to the person who has been most influential in all my decisions for the last two years. I expected it to be so much different, but then again, I should learn not to expect things anymore.

I then ventured over to see two friends who I had somewhat cut out of my life last year, which did nothing but reiterate my lack of clarity when making some of the decisions I made in the last six months. I very seldom miss people, but letting go of those two was a mistake of massive proportion.

And lastly for the day, I go to sleep missing my closest companion, whom I am almost certain is not talking to me anymore, although I refuse to accept that I've lost him. I wish I could tell him about Melbourne and Europe and saying goodbye and welcoming people. I wish I could tell him about the changes I am making in my life, so he could tell me I was going to be okay because for some reason, he is the only one I'll believe. I wish I could just ask him how he is and apologise for a couple of things I didn't want to write about on here. Maybe I've used up my wishes though. Still, I miss you.