november, v.

Jack Johnson idealised Sunday mornings, banana pancakes, and living where the waves are for me. And I am okay with it. Every day I am somehow closer. I take the train to and from Kutná Hora, mostly back to Prague but sometimes also to Pardubice, Brno, and any other place that feels like it might make me feel better. I want what I have but I also dream of these ideals. Of living closer to the sea, of living less individualistically, and of not being afraid of failure.