Almost emotional relapse?
So, we’ce finally moved into the apartment. It’s small but I’m alive.
Just yesterday when we were getting the last of the thinbgs from the house to apartment, I forgot the Dreamcatcher I bought from Santorini, Greece. Only realized after a couple hours and by then my dad said it was too late to get it back because he was returning the keys to the company.
I was in tears in the back, that dream catcher was one of the most special things I got from Greece - I couldn;t bare to lose it. But I didn;t let my parents see me crying. In general, I don’t like to be seen crying or in a weak state. It’s just not me.
So I took a cab back to the house, solo, broke in through a window and got it.
JOKES.
After having my lunch, when my dad went to the office to return the keys he surprised me by saying we could keep the keys for another day. We drove back to the house and got the dream catcher.
I was ecstatic! But it just showed me how attached I was to Greece and the memoirs of it, love affairs included. I still miss him.
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GREECE! damn you. i dont like it when you have fun… hahah jk jk.
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Speechless. Why?
The fact you went to greece. lol
Hey! I’m really glad you got to get your dreamcatcher back, especially if it means so much to you.
Loosing precious things is terrible. I even feel guilty for loosing things I love. Recently I lost my greek lucky charm my parents gave me a couple of years ago.
I have never been to Greece. Glad you got your dream catcher back through. I don’t know what it feels like to leave something you are attached to as a) I am not really attached to anything b) I have never moved house.
I adore my dream catcher too. I bought mine in New Orlenes.
This is quite weird, I just posted on another blog about dream catchers
Glad to hear you got your dream catcher back.
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