As I rode on the bus to the airport from Venice I wrote a little entry. It disappeared so I write the same thing with memory of how I was feeling.
I'm trying to be good at knowing how I feel about something and talk about it at that point. I had some difficulty with this communication this past year and I'm working on getting much better at it.
There is a long strip of land leaving Venice. Surrounded by water on both sides. It is used for transit in and out of the city by land.
Just train track and road side by side. Water all around.
I feel like life in Venice isn't totally real. Leaving on this strip makes me feel like I am headed to real life.
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