Usually I make writing here a priority, but I've been occupied with recovering from the weekend and with dawdling. And by dawdling, I mean it in every sense of the word, and in every aspect of my life.
Where did the month go? When you accept the passage of time and just live, it really does pass much too quickly.
In exactly 29 hours I will be leaving the flat that I have called my home for the last month to begin my twenty-something hour trip home. Starting to pack has gotten me really excited about coming back and traveling again. Home feels far away now, as though it was a very long time ago. It wasn't that much time at all, but it feels like a long time. At the same time, it passed almost instantly. In my head, I got here yesterday. Physically, this place feels familiar and I'm settled. Time is so foreign a concept to me, and I can never quite grasp it, or come to terms with it.
Enough heaviness!
I have been having very strange dreams of late, and I have consistently been remembering them. Many involve me fighting with my father, and many don't make very much sense at all. In one, I was a green bird living in an upside down coconut that was perched on the thorns of a cactus. In another one, a David Beckham look-alike brought me into the principal's office. He was ignoring my pointed attempts to pass him in the pool and I got really angry and latched onto his arm and refused to let go. I basically had a trial and had to defend myself (which I did, eloquently, in a very nice pinstriped suit).
Confused? Me too.
Today I went to my favorite park with lunch from my favorite bakery cafe and sat on my favorite bench. I spent the afternoon eating, sitting, and picking some of the teeny tiny daisies that grow there. It was a lovely way to spend one of my last days here.
Coming soon: I am putting together a snapshot.
Goodbye Poland! It was a good month.
It'll be good to be back, LA. I've missed you.
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