It's really happening. I'm wishing my final farewells (for this time anyways) and trying to take in as much of this relaxed atmosphere as I can while warding off the the evil stresses that are fighting to take hold.

I feel as if I'm being pulled by opposing forces - the desire to stay and the want for more. As with all goodbyes, this one is bittersweet and it was always going to be hard. It just feels as if having my time cut 6 weeks short leaves me with a lot more questions and hasty goodbyes.

Oddly enough, I'm almost packed. And even stranger, it all fits in my suitcases. Due, no doubt, to the fact that I'm leaving bits and pieces behind, replaced by the new things I've picked up along the way. I guess that could be symbolic of life though.