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.