I often think of these cities, imaginary places. I see a photo, an image of a window, a street, some music, and there it is, I'm wandering through it. so hard to hold on to though, and if it did exist and I went there it wouldn't be the same. besides, I actually kind of love the cities I live in. it was so beautiful today. surprised by how good things are... need to hang on to those cozy city moments, wandering down by the water with S and A, and then A and I taking the subway to centralen to go to the big espresso house there (which was still open!) and have a muffin and tea at the end of the night, and we chatted the whole time about, can you believe we're actually here? in this city, in this country? and I said, I always try to look out the window when the train goes over the bridges, over the water and the view is actually fantastic. ought to quit looking at my phone and be impressed with how far I've made it. so funny these cozy moments in the middle of the city, where it feels warm and like home. A said "ah I wish I could pendla with you it's so cozy!" and it is. what exactly is so lovely about sitting with a friend on a train home late in the evening?