Breakaway memories

Again another song I wanted to share with you... I am at home, having a terrible flu and feeling tired. I listened to this and started thinking my California road trip with two friends a year and a half ago. It is something even us ourselves sometimes remember with controversial feelings: none of us thought it in any way dangerous thing to do, none of our parents tried to make us not to do it, none of our friends said things when we left, but afterwards we´ve heard more than once people saying wow, how did you three young European women dared to take Greyhound nightbuses through the West Coast, alone... Then we think, well this is something to tell generations ahead. But no, nothing happened, we did see things and people we did not maybe want to, but mostly it was just a great experience, an adventure, our breakaway. One of the best holidays ever.

It feels so far away now. The whole Northern America feels so far away right now. It is a strange thing one should have what feels a normal every day life somewhere that is on the other side of the world. I love my town where I live now, but sometimes it gets too small, too close... I need space to breathe. Sometimes I need the breakaway so much.


Grew up in a small town
And when the rain would fall down
I'd just stare out my window
Dreaming of what could be
And if I'd end up happy
I would pray

Trying hard to reach out
But when I tried to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me
Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I prayed I could break away

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes til' I touch the sky
And I'll make a wish
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget all the ones that I love
I'll take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway

Wanna feel the warm breeze
Sleep under a palm tree
Feel the rush of the ocean
Get onboard a fast train
Travel on a jet plane, far away
And breakaway

Buildings with a hundred floors
Swinging around revolving doors
Maybe I don't know where they'll take me but
Gotta keep moving on, moving on
Fly away, breakaway

I'll spread my wings
And I'll learn how to fly
Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye
I gotta take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget the place I come from
I gotta take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway, breakaway, breakaway

(Kelly Clarkson: Breakaway)