As I was sitting in the airport looking through these pictures I felt that oh so well-known feeling of despair and being torn. San Francisco Airport is a place that I love and hate all the same. Love when I arrive, and hate when I leave. My stomach has experienced all kinds of different butterflies there. This time though, I fell more torn than I have before because even though I wanted to stay, I still had something to get back to in Denmark.
oh, Ida, what to say? I wish you could have it all in one single place - don't be torn, be enriched by all of it: two in one. Hugs.
ReplyDeleteAww, thanks! I'm trying to do just that!
Deleteoxo,
Ida
Btw; I'm still having trouble leaving comments on your blog :-/