Diary Addicted

I missed Milan. I have been traveling a lot lately, and every time I stay away for too long from my adoptive city I feel the urge to come back.

I missed spending my Sundays at Triennale, I missed riding my bike, I missed my friends and my diary. For some weird reason I have a stronger addiction to my diary rather than to my phone. Maybe because I hate not being able to remember, and I never remember things unless I write them down. Maybe because after a little bit of disorganization and a little bit of compulsory organization, I need a touch of voluntary organization. To be honest, I amo not really sure.

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