little mother

i'm flying out to prague for a few days today. this makes me insanely happy because for me it is one the best cities there is -- of course it might be that i am slightly biased given that i have lived there for about two and a half years and that the time i spent there changed me in many ways, mostly to a better direction.

but as much as i love the place, i don't know if i would move there again. besides amazing, beautiful, magical and inspiring,  prague can be infuriating, exhausting and troublesome as well, so there certainly are some downsides to living in there-- i would have not, after all,  left had there not been valid reasons to do so (no, home sickness was most definitely not one of them). there are also so many other places on this planet i would like to try out as well, so at the moment it would seem that i won't be having a permanent address in prague anymore. but this doesn't mean that i don't miss it, and the people i had the good fortune of becoming friends with while living in there; it is the classical case of your heart ruling over your head. 

so every now and then i have to treat my aching heart by visiting. of course it's not the same, and i don't actually even need it to be so; my life is good at the moment and i don't long for something that is not here anymore. but prague really is so as franz kafka described it: "prague never lets you go... this dear little mother has sharp claws."