Deep. Breaths.
Buenos Aires bound today. Today. Churning with emotion, as to be expected; heart wrenching goodbyes, anticipation of hellos, figuring out how to charge a damn international phone card, the usual. What does one do when everything is crossed off the post-it? Between repacking my suitcase for the sixteenth time and making concoctions of literally everything left in the fridge I suddenly remember again where I'll be tomorrow, abruptly stop and ask myself one more time, "Is this really my life?"
Tomorrow I'll be living in Argentina. Can't wait to keep you posted...
El amor de,
Kerk
Buenos Aires bound today. Today. Churning with emotion, as to be expected; heart wrenching goodbyes, anticipation of hellos, figuring out how to charge a damn international phone card, the usual. What does one do when everything is crossed off the post-it? Between repacking my suitcase for the sixteenth time and making concoctions of literally everything left in the fridge I suddenly remember again where I'll be tomorrow, abruptly stop and ask myself one more time, "Is this really my life?"
Tomorrow I'll be living in Argentina. Can't wait to keep you posted...
El amor de,
Kerk