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Visiting London is like meeting an old friend during a metal festival: you feel immediatly confortable, not worried to wear the right façade, even if you're screaming loud a ballad.

That's why I went there - to feel confotable in places I know and I love, like Covent Garden, and all the expensive small shops in there. To buy tea and used clothes. To have a bagel in a small cafe. To drink a too hot cofee in a large paper cup.

I went to some crowded and noisy museums and galleries on Sunday, to have a look around, to do something tourist.

I also went to a surreal closed Camden Market, empty and silent in a Monday morning to see if it's charming as usual. It was.

I Walked in the rain, I Had a sushi lunch and I felt like at home. Never out of place, Perfectly fitting in the right mood in the right place.

Then I catched a train, then a plane, Another train and I was back in this gray reality.

Maybe now I know better what I want.

Not that I needed to check.

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One thing I often do lately is complain .
When people ask me "How are you?" my answer is constant: "Well, even if they are a bit 'tired' and if my partner makes the serious mistake to deepen, there I was rolling out a series of whining because I work too much, because money is not enough for me to do everything and save money, the house is a mess, clothes who do not wash themselves and so on. And to think that even if we do not believe, I do not like to complain, I do not like to hear my big mouth that lists things that do not work.

In the past months I did a lot of training to learn how to count to three, mentally, and then respond with sincerity that basically everything is ok.
's so, really: I have a job, a house, I no longer live with my parents, are self-sufficient, I'm fine.
Optimism, damn it, it never worked this glass mezzovuoto that does so much emo, let's try reverse psychology.
However, I complain, I said, because when I'm tired I'm tired and I think that all expect me to do something for them, that I doubles - the obiquità would be perfect - to keep up with everyone. And I know that sleep deprivation awakens my little delusions of persecution completely unfounded.
Then I did something that I do for a long time, tonight I turned off the phone at about 6:30 and I cooked. I set up a nice pot of water with the cauliflower, then I drained I've baked potato - no water is wasted! - I shake it all and I ate at a lovely soup of cauliflower and potatoes watching CSI

Now I'm here, are the 9:45, I finish my cup of tea, put out this nice readable format and go to bed. Without turning on the phone.
I do not want those to whom I said, 'Why are there goats on Wednesday? "
so I can get up tomorrow morning, grumbling a bit 'because it's cold and I did not want to go to that ugly place that is Milan, take macchinatrenometropiedi, berms a coffee bar in one of Milan's famed, gold-plated with profiles and 'air other times, with the most obnoxious cashier embalmed in history, probably still there from the stock market crash of '29, and think that maybe after work I'm going to get me a beer.

(Ah, for those who want updates: this afternoon I finished "Eclipse" ... awwww!)