With five (or maybe four?) days to go, I think I've finally had my fill of Prague. I love this city, and I always will, but it's time to go. I miss America, I miss my friends, I miss... everything. The Czech people have never been particularly friendly to me but as the days dwindle down, it becomes almost unbearable.
There is so much that I will miss about Prague, but most of all the magical look it takes on at night. I recommend this city to everyone... no matter where I traveled, it was always nice to come home to Prague. But now it's just time to come home. I have no work to do, not much else to see, and it seems silly to buy groceries. So now I'm just spending money to keep myself fed.
I'm trying to change my flight to Friday instead of Saturday. I will not be depressed if I have to wait until Saturday but I cannot deny this "ants in the pants" feeling. There are so many faces I can't wait to see, hugs I can't wait to dole out. Stories to tell. Laughs to share.
I miss my life. My other life. Yes, the stressful, overwhelming, ridiculously busy, full of responsibilities life. But my productive life nonetheless.
We will meet again, Prague.
All my love,
S
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