Running away.

The thought of going to the US, either for vacation of for good, has been my mind for some time now. But I never really thought that I'd go. Really emigrating would not really get me any further and for vacation it was just way too expensive.
But, off course, there is that slight borderline part.
So, two weeks ago, on a wednesday evening, I found myself on a train to Amsterdam Airport and the morning after on a plane to Minneapolis, Minnesota. Of course I had a wonderfull week. Felt alive for the first time since ages.

To bad that when you land again, your life is just the same old shit, there's a filled mailbox with bills waiting for you and all your inner issues are still there.

Wouldn't it be nice if I could have left them all back in Minnesota?