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amalthyaOkay, it's like, 3 am? And I'm not packed. My taxi comes in 5 hours.
Instead, I'm making LJ icons.
And I'm thinking -- why am I procrastinating? I've thought I was ready to go home for several days now -- the exhaust of traveling, living out of a suitcase, nothing more and certainly no decline in my thirst for adventure.
But now, I'm thinking about being home, and it terrifies me, because it means that this trip, this adventure, is over. I was just getting to the point where it felt all real, and tangible, and it permeated my skin.
Everything around me feels exciting when I'm on the international lam. I notice every building. Every pair of shoes that walks by me. The intricacies of the ceiling. Nothing is wasted, and nothing is dull.
Maybe I'm not scared to be bored at home, but boring. Relegated to a life of the ordinary.
... Or maybe I'm just tired of packing.
3 am. Five hours to pack my life up again. For the last time in a while.
Instead, I'm making LJ icons.
And I'm thinking -- why am I procrastinating? I've thought I was ready to go home for several days now -- the exhaust of traveling, living out of a suitcase, nothing more and certainly no decline in my thirst for adventure.
But now, I'm thinking about being home, and it terrifies me, because it means that this trip, this adventure, is over. I was just getting to the point where it felt all real, and tangible, and it permeated my skin.
Everything around me feels exciting when I'm on the international lam. I notice every building. Every pair of shoes that walks by me. The intricacies of the ceiling. Nothing is wasted, and nothing is dull.
Maybe I'm not scared to be bored at home, but boring. Relegated to a life of the ordinary.
... Or maybe I'm just tired of packing.
3 am. Five hours to pack my life up again. For the last time in a while.
