I've done a lot of thinking lately. It started with a marvellous (even though not so ideal) trip to Dubrovnik. After nearly a year without holidays (if I don't count prolonged weekends) I couldn't wait to leave Prague, work and normality. But what happened was I couldn't stop thinking. Thinking about my life here, whether it makes sense and what will come out of it. The sea always makes me happy, but somehow melancholic. Makes me think. About the past and future. Makes me reconsider all I want to do or don't want do. Makes me dream. It's the feeling of freedom and infinity that probably does that. Love those moments. In the end I always want to bring some of all that home.
I remember someone once told me a good relationship is like a sea. Even if there is a storm, inside deep under the surface it stays peaceful.
Anyway, the two-week holiday ended and I got back to Prague. Went to work. Spent there two days and got ill. No wonder, it's 7C, rainy, windy, terrible weather.
I've been at home for 7 days now and continue thinking. This time without the sea view. But still with the peace inside.
So, after all I decided to write about it. Life with(out) a sea view. I will certainly come back to this topic many times again.
