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This morning, I was working on an entry about my first boyfriend.
I was suddenly nostalgic due to viewing his photos on Facebook.
Memories of us remain fresh in my mind; you never forget the first love, right?
I still think that if I make the trip over to Germany and find him, I'll just collapse in his arms and we'll revert back to our 15-year-old selves and he'll chuckle and call me 'Fat head'.

Now, I'm not holding on to that hope, mind you. I understand that we're two people on different paths in life.

...still... if those paths should somehow cross as they have once before...

Anyway, I keep telling myself that I'll gather the energy to actually roll out of bed and prepare for my trip next month... and yet I end up staying up all night and sleeping through the day. What's worse, I find myself searching for food in the wee hours of the morning when fine restaurants have gone and closed for the evening.
And when you're not in the mood for Waffle House or Taco Bell, you get a bit irritated at the lack of late night eateries.

In any case, this post is going nowhere and I had nothing poignant/moving/significant to say in the first place. I suppose I just felt like writing. I do intend to post more once I embark on my trip (I'm told there's wi-fi). Maybe pictures too?