happiness is a mat that sits on your doorway

you'll have recognised the line by the counting crows.
aberdeen was full of movement. a lifetime crammed into a week resembling a poem by william carlos williams (no it is not pathethic to write that!). only after opening the fridge in bucharest and seeing the very same milk tetra packs that remained from when i left did i realise that i have only been gone a brief while. friends found back, scottish and salsa dancing, indian food, discussions, a flying spaghetti monster with mobile eyes, walks and seagulls. beats with my brother, coffee with mum. it was a magical time, with people materialising when i thought of them, and with sensitivity heightened to the extent that i could feel people better again. after some time i didn't need to explain about the last six months anymore. we had arrived in the same world again. flying north when flowers are starting to fade also means you get to see more blossoming. i found back the pleasure of reading and learnt about the enclave of gorazde, and the wind-up bird chronicle (still recommenging murakami for anyone who needs a journey of dreams and stories resembling a silk garment). real sadness came over me when the plane came down over english patterned fields, windsor castle and a lake with little dinghies. leaving to less comfortable places in the hope of learning. i miss you already.