The sea's only gifts are harsh blows, and occasionally the chance to feel strong.
Now I don't know much about the sea, but I do know that that's the way it is here. And I also know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong but to feel strong. To measure yourself at least once. To find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human condition. Facing the blind deaf stone alone, with nothing to help you but your hands and your own head.
It's been almost a month since I touched down at brussels airport and I still go to sleep every night in tears wishing I wasn't where I am now.
Long hours at work make the days go by faster. I need money so I can leave again, but even if I had money I can't really leave because I'm starting college in september.
So I'm working to keep myself busy, to keep myself from packing my bag and leaving.
It's hard being back. It's really really hard.