Pack and leave.

It goes like this almost everytime. I have to leave, I care about packing at the last minute. Fortunately, I had to pack so many times that I don't even realize I have to leave anymore. That's why it always happens that I do something else.
At least, I got to see Wheeling at night. I don't know why, but it fascinates me everytime. Everytime, yes. And when this happens after a Christmas parade, it's much better. The winter atmosphere-and cold!-the coffe shop on the corner, the hot chocolate mug, and the perfect song.
Alright, it was not that perfect; no music-I was the last costumer, they were closing-and that bad feeling you have when you lose something it's not yours.
When this happens, I can be very rude. Like I was to the man that showed me his candies saying that he got more than me, while I wasn't even looking for candies on the ground, but for that little thiny piece I lost. Well, that means that I care.
At least, I met a friend. And I got to get a ride back with host papa-which could not have been the thing he wanted to do the most tonight, but it was fabulous for me. 
Some feelings, you can't even explain where they come from, nor justify them.
Like having a hot chocolate, or riding at night with host papa.

If it doesn't kill you, it makes you stronger.

It hurts. Even if you expect the worst, when the worst comes it still hurts.

I call a passion something you learn to do when you don't plan on it. Sometimes it's a metter of talent, sometimes it's because great people loved you and tought you their passion because they wanted you to fall in love with something they fell in love with. And they often want you to develop their same passion because they believe in you and they hope that you can do better than they did.

I feel lucky. I am eighteen and I can do a lot of things. Sometimes I wonder how and when I've learnt them. The best part is that I can do things great. But I don't really care for the most of them. There's an exception thou. I can play basketball. The difference is that I love playing basketball. Conclusion: a passion is something you can do and you love to do.

It sounds easy. It is not. Not when even the only thing that saved you from falling, brings you down. Not when your passion seems to be the thing you hate the most.

'You're a great player. It's just we can't keep you.'

For the first five minutes I blamed the basketball, my new shoes, all my coaches and whoever made me love this game.

Than I thought that sometimes we have to make choices. Hard ones.

I've always been an Esprit Libre. I cannot change this, I was made for travelling, taking pictures, crying in front of amazing sunsets, lying on the streets in the middle of the night, leaving suddenly, coming back and starting again.

Basketball is one of the things that made me stay in one place. It gave me emotions I will never forget, I cried, I fought, I won. But it's time for me to do what I was made for. 

And if I'm ever going to stop again, it will be because of a basketball.  

What you feel.

Wakin' up in a great mood is wow. It does not depend on me thou. I don't know what my morning mood depends on, I just know that it does not depend on me. And that's sad.
If my morning mood is not one of the best, then I believe in the power of coffee. Double coffee at weekends, please.
And, an afternoon freezing walk is the best. I love when it smells like winter.
Then, my plans are messed up. People across the ocean miss me. But the wrong word in the wrong situation can definitely mess up my plans.
The truth is that music always saved me. And so did this time. I think it's one of the things that will be faithful to me for the rest of my life. No doubt.
It's double wow how movies can influence my life. That's why I don't like weird stuff. And that's why I love INTO THE WILD.
It's not about being strong. It's about feeling strong.

On the road.

'I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future' J. Kerouac.

Yes, this is me. A little late. Fortunately I was on time to get on the plane two months and a half ago (already?).

Destination: US and A. As Borat says.

Enjoy.