It feels like a dream but it is not.
I am on the other side of the world – far away but not quite. In many ways I am glad and grateful to be strolling down the quiet avenues that shape Milan. Yet when the night falls, the loneliness creeps in and the hollow sinks deep and thick.
I cannot help but want my dearest mother to be here with me enjoying this silence. I guess I should not be so greedy.
I guess I should learn how to be satisfied. Even when I am on my own.