back in basel now...

....what a lovely train ride home. i have to say it went rather quickly as i watched four episodes of dexter, did a bit of walking up and down the train and got a coffee which was cheaper than the coffee at the berlin ostbahnhof so i didn't end up using my instant coffee!

it was weird to be home. it was good but i cried the whole way from freiburg to basel. oddly.

i am weird.

i am feeling aloof....not really lonely cause i have always been with myself. i am....broken in a lot of ways. mostly it's okay to be broken. i have found some places where it's okay to be this way with people that accept me in all my many pieces. i am tough as nails and as soft as a pillow. i am sensitive to my core yet filled with hope to find some semblance of peace in my life. on dexter there is a part where he is thinking and talks about how he just wants to be content....sometimes my brain is all fluttery and overworked....over loaded with what i see and what i feel.

i have fallen in love with pete namlook.