Coming home from vacation can be depressing. Very depressing.
Yet, as I got off the bus and smelled the wonderful pollution of the Big City, there was only one thing on my mind. I was home.
There is something very seductive about Zagreb. As a small town girl in the Big City surviving high school, I found myself absorbed by the streets and the crowd, eventually finding a home away from home, and as the years went on that feeling of belonging never really disappeared. Being constantly on the move has always been fulfilling, yet I’m slowly becoming aware that it might be more than what my 24-hour day can bear.
After all, it’s not like I haven’t written anything for a month, now, is it?
I guess the way we spend our days in the city is what changes the most over a short period of time. The high school days ended just a couple of years ago, but at this point it seems as distant as it never actually happened. It was just a B 80s movie. Now, everything is college or work related, with an occasional afternoon one-hour beer time. When I think about it, that change isn’t bad as I thought at first.
As we grow older and become more mature, we change the way we perceive our surroundings. Memories are great. In fact, they are fantastic. One of the most important things in one’s life is to have something to remember as time rushes forward. I walk the streets of Zagreb with a smile on my face remembering all the things that happened during my adolescent years. There was no need to think about cloning myself to clean up that very busy schedule of mine.
Would I go back?
Because there is nothing at this moment that could make me happier than knowing there is a future on those same streets that made me the person I am today.
Or winning the lottery, of course. That would be great.
I will be more than happy to pass it on within the next few days when I manage to clean up my twenty-something schedule.