two weeks was like a little eternity somehow. the days are melting into weeks which are melting into months and i loose track of time. it is so sweet to go north. so familiar and so foreign. it seemed like i managed to leave without the drama but it caught me in amsterdam instead, it is hard to leave, each time, over and over again. and i leave with a bunch of questions, the same old questions, and perhaps a few new ones too, but maybe this time i can let them be.