It's already over. 7 days. More than 35 hours of travelling. More than 20 hours of driving.
Did I do all I wanted to? Hell no.
Did I see everyone I wanted do? I wish.
Did I have a good time? You bet!
Yet, I couldn't get on the plane fast enough to get out.
It's so hard feeling like you're a tourist in your own home. My room is empty. My car's seat has been readjusted. People are lost. The streets are different. Athens feels foreign.
But I thought I am foreign...
What's the aftertaste of all this?
I know there will always be a place for me to hide away to.
I know my friends will always be there no matter what.
But I also know there are things that will never be the same.
In my head? That is a good thing.
