Why is it so hard to write?

November 4, 2010 at 11:16 am Leave a comment

Ever since my last post i’ve wanted to write more… but i can’t. On busses, while i walk, and at various points throughout the day the sentences flow through my head… i’ve even started a list on my iphone of topics i want to include in my post! But when i finally open wordpress i cannot write, i feel clogged and withdrawn. The truth is that i’m really homesick and if it wasn’t for the sentiment and the long anticipation in coming to Ukraine, i probably would have flown back to New York already.

I started this blog to share my travel stories and there are still plenty of them, but there is a weariness i have been unable to overcome and i’m afraid that through this gray lens my stories will appear dull and trite.

So here i am, in Kiev, the capital of the country where i was born, sitting in the apartment of an acquaintance i met in a neighboring country, alternating between the surreal state of being back in a place where i started my journey 6 months ago and the nostalgia for the past, for Brooklyn, for friends i hardly keep in touch with, for family, for the niece and nephew who have probably forgotten what i look like. I wish i could express more, there is so much i want to say, but i can’t find the words….

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