But am I willing to eat it?
I have travelled. Mostly Europe, but Los Angeles and New York are also on my been there and want to go back list. There's so much to see and I want to see it all. Not just seeing, but experiencing. Isn't the best way to experience a city and what it really is like to live in it? Two cities immediately come to mind as I'm writing this last sentence: New York and London. Both of them have this energy and fast pace in which you can lose yourself. But for me it also gives me the possibility to stand still. Stand still and observe. Observe all the people moving forward. Maybe backwards, but from the outside it's all moving. Am I moving forward? Am I moving at all? Moving, would I ever do it? Literally I mean: move to another country. God knows I love my mom and sister to death and I would miss them horribly. But there's this happy feeling in my stomach when I think about the possibility.
I'm just trying to close the gap between the lift I have and the life I want. Not quite sure if the gap is as big as I think it is. Am I happy now? Of course. I'm happy with my regular hot chocolate with extra whipcream. But each sip I can't help but glance at the large triple chocolate milkshake behind the counter. To get it I would have to climb over the counter and make sure I have a straw. I would have to leave behind my regular hot chocolate with the risk that it won't be hot anymore when going back to it. Will the milkshake be exactly what I want? Or will it make me sick because now I had too much chocolate and I wish I would have just stayed where I was and finished my hot chocolate?