Post-training syndrome

I want to tell you, people, that the little textil thing I sleep with smells like Posada del Valle Hotelroom now, and I sometimes have to go and smell it like an addict. And my husband is giving me weird looks when it happens.

And I can’t put David Bowie’s Space Oddity out of my head.

I hope you are all doing very very well!

Kriszti

About Kriszti

Wanted to be a jungle explorer ever since I was a kid. So I graduated as a social worker. Now I paint.

4 comments on “Post-training syndrome

  1. I miss you people! and your way of being in the place!. Thanks for sharing your sindrome, so the rest we don’t feel we are alone with ours :9 I amsure lost of new things will arise from this experience together

  2. I totally understand. And speaking about the ‘look at that weirdo’ thing, my flatmates can write a book on the theme, putting together all those exciting (kidding) emotional rollercoasters I’m into since I came back home :) Hurray!

  3. One song to replace another!

    Hope to see you both soon!

    “Maybe Tomorrow”

    I’ve been down and
    I’m wondering why
    These little black clouds
    Keep walking around
    With me
    With me

    It wastes time
    And I’d rather be high
    Think I’ll walk me outside
    And buy a rainbow smile
    But be free
    They’re all free

    So maybe tomorrow
    I’ll find my way home
    So maybe tomorrow
    I’ll find my way home

    I look around at a beautiful life
    Been the upperside of down
    Been the inside of out
    But we breathe
    We breathe

    I wanna breeze and an open mind
    I wanna swim in the ocean
    Wanna take my time for me
    All me

    So maybe tomorrow
    I’ll find my way home
    So maybe tomorrow
    I’ll find my way home”Maybe Tomorrow”

    I’ve been down and
    I’m wondering why
    These little black clouds
    Keep walking around
    With me
    With me

    It wastes time
    And I’d rather be high
    Think I’ll walk me outside
    And buy a rainbow smile
    But be free
    They’re all free

    So maybe tomorrow
    I’ll find my way home
    So maybe tomorrow
    I’ll find my way home

    I look around at a beautiful life
    Been the upperside of down
    Been the inside of out
    But we breathe
    We breathe

    I wanna breeze and an open mind
    I wanna swim in the ocean
    Wanna take my time for me
    All me

    So maybe tomorrow
    I’ll find my way home
    So maybe tomorrow
    I’ll find my way home

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