four days
four more days until the big day, the first time in my life where my day is going to be longer than a day can possibly be, I'm forcing meaning into everything. After my fifth time in Amsterdam and my three days in Paris where I did everything the right way, thus eluding to a more fantastic flight of fancy than I've ever experienced in my two years being here. The Westerkirk bells moved me to tears. I am far too weird for such a long stationary period of time having not done things a little more enthusiastically. It'll be good to get back into character. I've had an incredible amount of devils on my shoulder, and I've been influenced into submission. I certainly am no longer the man of steel I thought I would always be. Too many mistakes made, not enough desire to converse like I used to, despite the abundance of inspiring stories to expound upon; I need to get back to myself. And so I really can't wait to get my hands dirty again and organize myself a bit more. Plus, It'll be good to be back home.