Libby_or_Bust

until I leave for Costa Rica. This should feel like the home stretch, but I have so much to do before I leave that it seems as though the trip isn’t really going to happen. Maybe it’s also that I’ve put almost too much importance on this 6-month escape, wanting it to help me figure out what I want to do with my life. I don’t even know if a trip can do that.
How do I feel? I can’t seem to focus on anything. Is that excitement?
I still need to buy underwear. And I can’t forget my travel alarm clock.
The sun is rising here. It’s foggy over the lake, so the sky is a big, flat, hazy rainbow.
Alan is snoring in the bedroom.
Haven’t even left yet and already I’m nostalgic about this place. I keep trying to force meaningful situations with family and friends, but it doesn’t quite work. “What if something happens and you never see them again?” Sitting on the couch eating pudding and *really* looking at Alan, saving pictures in my porous memory. It’s a bit ridiculous, but that doesn’t mean I won’t keep doing it for 3 more days.

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