Shipment

I knew it was coming. I knew that sometime, some day, I would get a phone call. The man on the phone would tell me that the time has come for me to pack away my life and send it to America where it will be waiting for me upon my return home. Which will leave me with just enough clothes for the remaining five weeks that I'll be here. And the questions...how can I make this happen? What can I keep? How can I live without my guitar for five weeks? I have to wash all of my clothes. It's been 6 weeks. All of my winter clothes need to be packed and sent home. But I don't have any spring clothes. Am I really going home?

The weather here is beautiful. It's hot and hazy. The nights are warm with a nice breeze blowing through the wide streets. Everyone is sitting outside, drinking beer, wine, latte machiatto. Walking their dogs, holding hands, flowers blooming, birds singing and bands are playing. To ignore the looming truth of my departure, luckily, there have been two concerts in one weekend. Friday was Vampire Weekend, and last night, Monday was MGMT. But more on those later. I find myself in a state of happiness that only comes with the warm breeze and days oozing into night later and later. I'm filled with optimism and brimming with hope for the future. The next seven weeks are mine and life here is full of possibilities. Oh, and I also finished His Dark Materials. :)