Letting go

The problem with falling in love is the time it has to end. You find yourself holding on to every small detail, everything to make you remember. But when your love is a place you can't do anything but hope the place will be the same if you ever come back. You keep remembering the stupid little things that make the place what it is.

I almost came to think of Ithaca as home and leaving it I can't help feel sad. So what do I do... as a movie once said enjoy it. Sushi for two at Plum Tree, salsa at Olivias, mexican bagel at CTB, capucinnos and cocktails at Stellas... and then it's all gone as if it were just a blink of an eye.