in which there are 23 days left


trash, originally uploaded by s.eyre.

Billy and I went exploring yesterday, out by the abandoned guardhouse and the old Russian bunkers. I have a little over 200 photos to pore through, but today I am in love with the color of rust, and I'm sharing this.

Yesterday I took some time for shipping home the majority of my stuff, which was thrilling. I look around my empty room and I just want to sing. I am so close to home.

Things have gotten a little complicated out here over the last week, in a bothersome way- other people's issues, not mine, but still requiring attention. The truth is, though- while that's a bother to deal with, I spend most of my day full of this quiet fluttering happiness. Home, freedom, completion. Hell, even just the thought of a few days off in Doha is thrilling. To be done with it all!

Lovely sweet chat date with Sam last night- seven hours on messenger, that's insane, but it's the best part of my week, hands down. I can't believe we're this close to the end.

  One thought on “in which there are 23 days left

  1. teresa
    April 6, 2009 at 6:47 pm

    if i were salad fingers, this shot would have made me wet.

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