my home town, not my home

Posted by vinx on Feb 7, 2010 in Blog | 1 comment

In the last ten years of my life I’ve been traveling a lot, more than I could ever imagine when I was a hopeful kid. I’ve met enough people to say I feel normal about my education and pretty satisfied with my job. I’ve broken enough hearts to call myself a selfish and well skilled monster. I’ve also cried pretty much to think of myself as a very human being, sometimes more human than others.

Besides that anytime I come back here I feel like there’s some inner nostalgia coming along with my thoughts and waking a remote part of  my heart. Also when that happens I generally find some sympathy in my best friends’s recalls and calm my mind down by driving across the very small border of the city. However meeting people and faces you’ve not been talking to for a long time can give you more than a thousand conversations.

Saying so I feel like there’s not much I regret from this town, that looks still small and pretty locked up in the hearts and minds, but a whole hidden treasure of memories that warm my heart so much to make wish to come back living here anytime soon. I guess why something like that has not been possible at all in the last decade spent in Rome.

Time to leave again.