tomorrow it'll be 11 days until I go..
my last day of work.. drinks merriment and speaches.
a few days at my parents a farewell party for friends... wherewhere.. and missing faces from the party..and then jetting off.
note to self. when deciding to go to another country.. be less impulsive.
or maybe not?
at this point travel and absorbing.. being the proverbial sponge seem to be the most important to me.. despite my overwhelming urge to nest.. or rather because of.. my friends are marrying.. yet I see the potential for a long life and the potential to do these things when I'm with the right person.. or rather when me and my partner are old enough to know better than to go through half the crap people my age deal with in relationships.. when "it's you and me baby" really means that..
I ramble..
