lost

i am nothing but a delicate creature lost in an urban wilderness.

I just realised today that my year in France is starting to feel far away... and for the first time I don't necessarily wish that I was there now.

But at the same time I am afraid I will forget the important things. even the little things.
I almost feel like I don't have enough to remind me.
In a way I feel like it was the end of one of the most important relationships of my life. To leave that is. Leaving France was like breaking up with the love of my life.
Am I going crazy?

Maybe this is how I will feel about Queen's in a year... who knows?