lately i've found myself thinking about patterns a lot. those we fall into in life, the ones that keep repeating. i wonder how to prevent that from happening yet again, once i'm back in my neck of the woods, and i wonder if it's something i even should be fighting.
packing is always stressful, but especially when leaving a place you won't be returning to. at home it's always an option to throw things to the corner in exasperation when the suitcase won't close... (looks like i have to mail some things home.)
i keep telling people i don't want to make a big deal about leaving, yet i do inside my own head. i'm constantly counting down the days (three) and going over everything i'll miss. luckily we'll be having some icelandic couch-surfers over on friday night, which will take the focus off of me i'm sure. then i can just kind of disappear into the sunrise on saturday morning.
i'm looking forward to having dublin all to myself, quiet and easy, no plans, only possibilities...
