The last days have been stormy,
warm, sad, confusing at the same time.
Saying goodbye to people whom you don't know if you'll ever
see again is a painful process;
awkward and emotional all in one.
But the last few days have been beautiful also.
I've been cycling along the beach with a housemate three days in a row
in full sunshine, gone swimming in the sea and burned myself.
I had almost given up about going swimming here, but nope.
I've also made myself a bad habit of going to bed at 2 am,
sleeping until noon and, today, walking around in the same
t-shirt as I slept in last night.
But I try to think it's ok.
Maybe it's just a part of the process of returning home?
Let's pretend so.
I started packing today.
It's almost a therapeutical process, packing,
going through all your luggage
(things you've brought and things you've bought),
throwing out the things you don't need and
keeping the things you still do.
I usually dislike packing,
but today it has proved to be quite comforting
in some strange way.
And, I really don't want to state clichés,
but this whole trip has gone by sooo faaast.
I find myself thinking "Wait, what?
It's been five months?!"
And yes, I've had slow days and
times when I only wanted to go home.
But now that I'm here, at the finish line,
I'm still convinced it's the beginning.