I am sitting on the wooden floorboards and waiting for the time to head to the airport. Bags are almost packed. I am restless and head is just spinning. Memories. Questions. It is all going round in circles.
I think I need another coffee. It is going to be a long day and the longest flight home ever. I want my own seat so that I can cry as I wish.
Jeroxie is going on a short break. Or maybe not. I need to keep my mind active and need to stay strong. I am not sure. Confusion.
I just need to grief for a while.