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167. Holiday nostalgia hits you in delay

Holiday nostalgia hits you in delay.

The first day after that fantastic fortnight, you are surprised by the ease by which you re-accustom yourself with the mundane boredom you call your life.

In the week that follows your mind still sporadically wanders, though it feels like some distant, half-forgotten memory already when you dish up that semi-funny anecdote to one of your buddies.

And as the weeks progress you kind of not think of the good times anymore at all, amid the deadlines and the dates and the dishes and the whatnot.

Yet when you least expect it, the nostalgia will hit. It will seem insignificant at first, but in no time its ripples will expand in colourful detail and back will come flooding the sights, the sounds, the smells. You will vividly remember how that ti-punch of Neisson rum tasted on the terrace of L’Empératrice after the cloud-burst had emptied the streets. Instantly feel the cool splash of the waterfall on your overheated body once more. You will recall the sun and the fun and kissing the undressed girl on the shore.

And you will thank your lucky stars that these fond memories have hit you in delay.

For had you not been reminded you’d almost forgotten them, you would not have been able to cherish them to the fullest.

 

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148. The weight of expectation

The weight of expectation had a way of crushing her optimism to a pulp.

Who could forget the infamous 1993 Chopin concerto that did not produce a single on-key note?

That awkward first date that ended with the two-star restaurant inferno?

The big-ass job interview gone horribly, horribly, horribly wrong?

So it was with trepidation that Bea embarked on her next journey, one she’d been looking forward to for the best part of six months.

The expectations were high.

Skyrocketing.

She was expecting the best time of her life, basically.

And though she feared escaping the curse that had haunted her for decades might be beyond her, she was comforted by the fact that her best friend, now 5,000 miles from here at a tropical island but at arm’s length in a mere 24 hours time, was probably outscoring her in the exaltation department.

The weight of expectations might still crush them both.

But partying on a rum-infused dance beat neither of them would care less.

 

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