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The last couple of days have been incredibly draining. I'm tired and ready to go home. Though I know better than to think it will be all that I imagine it is and hope for. Going home is a strange strange thing to do, cos you kind of see home as this frozen in time image that starts moving again once you step off that plane. But it didn't freeze, people kept moving, things kept happening, it isn't really where you expect it to be or what you perceive it to be in your mind. But whatever it is, I'm glad to be going home, I doubt I have the strength or emotional availability to last through another weekend like this one.
Now all that's left is to study, and pack. And get ready.
Now all that's left is to study, and pack. And get ready.