It's ending. But what's ending? I'm just moving. Moving on now to the next. Next Friends, Next Job, Next Adventures, Next Good Books, Next Cafés, Next Home.
My skin and everything inside it is absorbing the expressions, the antics, the inexplicabilities of all the people and places that I love in Santiago. I've even taken to taking pictures with friends, fearing that they'll be forgotten too soon.
Tomorrow, if I can pull myself away, I leave for Chiloé. The temptation to stay and soak up the locura all around me is strong. But a week and a half of rest from the city should do me some sort of good. Right? It'll be a trial Leaving.
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3 comments:
a week and a half!? jimeny christmas, lady!
when do you fly back?
Someday is coming Someday.
parto el 20 frickin 2
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