Perhaps a better day

  

Dornbirn, Austria, 2015
Right before I left for Milan

  I have to admit that for a while I did wonder what it was that made me travel. I read some of the things that I wrote last year, and I remember thinking to myself, 'Wow, I haven't felt like that in a while.' My trip to Budapest couldn't have come any sooner.
  I came back ready to take on the world, but not even a week had gone by before I started craving my next fix - I ached for an escape. There was this incessant feeling, in the back of my head, telling me that I was stuck in the wrong place. It felt like I was being denied oxygen. The thought of having to endure feeling like this for the next three years was maddening. 
  I don't know when it exactly happened - I stopped drowning. I stopped finding the throngs of tourists pesky, the students that took up every inch of the streets annoying. I stopped needing a fix. 
I don't know what the next few months will bring, but I know I am not going to be trapped in this mental cage I had built for myself and I am going to start living my new life. 
  There will be good days and bad days. All I hope for is to remember, on those bad days, how I felt on those good days, and that tomorrow will be a new day. Perhaps a better day.