Raluy

Heya, been feeling kinda weird lately. Not so happy with my life. It's dull, monotonous. And to add to it i'm expectant of the future and melancholy about my childhood, idealizing both the past and the times to come.

This afternoon i skated down to the port, as usual. It was chilly, the cold december air biting into my hands and face. I saw the circus had come to town. Big coloured lights shone the word RALUY all around the tent. Hadn't seen it up for over five years. This stirred some of my earliest memories, and i suddenly remembered what it was like being a child, wanting nothing more in the world than to visit the circus and watch the clowns and the jugglers and all the animals, interacting for my sole entertainment. Childhood really is Paradise.

The fare-like music went on and on in the night, lightening my mood. I sat by the port, looking towards the bright lights across the rows of masts above the glittering water and watching people walk home after the show. Enthralled groups discussing the events, couples occupied in animated conversations or just enjoying each other's company in silence. But all living their own lives, oblivious, as i sat and watched the city stirring with life. A city which i have come to hate but love unconditionally nonetheless. Because it is my home. The place where i was born and that holds both good and bad memories. The best and the worst. And i know that, although leaving is something i need to do, there's a part of me that will miss Barcelona every minute i spend away from it, not knowing when i'll come back.

Anyway, that's life for you. Ups and downs. Better get through it and be patient...

Peace out, hope all's well. x