Well, tonight I saw A. for the last time on this continent. We went out for booze (Ale for me, 'vodka martini straight up a little bit dirty... with the olives' for her) and duck legs. We talked, we laughed, we shared our hopes, fears and african job anecdotes and horror stories. I told her about the resort that stipulated in its contract that as soon as I arrived, my plane ticket belonged to them and she told me about the lodge that offered to pay her 700USD per month and make her share her room. As we sucked our fingers clean f sticky glaze and laughed, I realised: This is it. We're really going. This is actually the direction our life is taking. One year ago, I had no idea what was awaiting me down the road. But now, with only two weeks left, I'm having a minor panic attack each time I think about all the things I still have to do. Not a single bag or box is packed. None of my belongings are sold. My appartment looks very lived in and I have a pile of paperwork similar in scope to War and Peace to wade through and fill in. Life is looking glorious.
Oh, and did I mention that I haven't even bought a plane ticket?
On the other hand, I look out of my window right now and this is what I see:
-Rain. Lots of it.
-The night sky-purple because of light polution and no stars because of light pollution (and because of rain, but really. even if there wasn't a cloud in the sky, it would still be purple and starless)
-About 5 traffic lights
-A neon sign for a budget pizzeria
-A yellow hummer parked in front of said budget pizzeria
-A crackhead zig-zagging through the middle of the crossroad.
I'll look out of my window in 1 month, and this is what I'll see:
It'll all be worth it.
As the british posters said, 'Keep calm and carry on".
See you on the other side A.
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