Sunday, July 18, 2010

I shot for the sky, I'm stuck on the ground.

I've just been reading my blog archives. I can't believe I'm going back to Australia. What the hell? Social bullshit doesn't go away as you get older, and neither does indecision/panic about choices. But I am returning. It is happening. Unless I meet Luca in Italy.

(Luca is the Italian boy with curly hair - I am yet to meet- who I am going to marry)

1 comment:

  1. "i still call austraaaaliaaa, i still call austraaaaliaaaa hooooome!!!!"