The sore feet song

Newcastle has been giving me nice, sunny days lately. I often go out, laugh, create and share memories with strangers that, so suddenly, became a fundamental part of my life. A strange, twisted, but somehow tender family that I'm sure I will never forget. Classes are over and I thought I would be happy with that, but I'm not. I miss the smell of the lecture rooms and the sensation of being part of a large learning community. I miss, above everything else, the comfort of having my own personal space among so many people of different countries, living different stories, struggling against different problems. I miss sharing a space with them, I really do.

We meet everyday, my friends and I, and the days we don't see each other are weirdly empty. I hope it doesn't become a serious issue in three months. By the time summer is gone, so will be my dreams of actually staying here. I gotta go home, love, and work. Did you see? How messy is our home without us? We gotta work, love, we gotta work. 

In one of my last classes, a professor of mine told us a curious thing: sometimes we feel a sudden necessity of hearing sad songs or read sad stories. This is our body saying that we need a specific type of chemical compound. It is supposed to put us back in balance. You know what does it mean? That we are generally happy. Can you believe this?

I also figured out something interesting, love. I am not deaf to the voices, have never been. It is just that, I don't know why, they now think it is time to listen and are waiting for me to say something. I'm not sure what should I tell them. Can you believe this?

It is a stormy night today. I'm tired, but I'm happy. It is a stormy night today, and I don't know what to say. I'm listening to a nice song, though. Not exactly sad, not properly happy, but helps me to stay focused on what could be my last rainy night at home.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBBFDb0hC4Y