I want out.
Give me that date so I can focus on the one thing I need.
Note to self (no. 002)
Can I please go home now?
Because ever since I came back here
I feel like I’m all wound up, coiled into some tiny ball
and I don’t understand where all the stress came from.
I don’t understand how it got out of control
All I know is every time I look at these pictures on my SD card..
I calm down a little.
So, please. Send me home.
I keep having to remind myself
that by this time next week I’ll be packing.
That ten days from now I’ll be hours away from that flight.
That part of all this restless pain will ease.
I keep having to remind myself that San Diego is right around the corner
(even if it’s only four days, even if that’s not nearly going to be enough…)
just to keep myself from driving away.
I can’t stand it.
2,320 miles.
