I only have 4 more days left living in Santiago.
Shit is gwan dooon.
The past few days have just been a blur of illness.
I've had a cough which has now turned into a chest infection as of last Monday, so suddenly it's Tuesday 31st May and i only have 4 more days to get on top of this Kings work, possibly die of coughing and run around Santiago ticking off things on my very very numerous lists of things to buy before i leave on Saturday morning with Rachy poo at my side to join the others in the Atacama desert.
It's crazy.
Since when did this all become so soon?
What's even weirder is that in a matter of weeks i've gone from totally not wanting to leave to suddenly SOOO READYY.
I seriously do not want to be here anymore. I can NOT wait to leave.
It's not like anything bad has happened but i think my body clock has finally started ticking and realized how long i've been away for and how much i actually miss home. I suddenly can't wait to be in my own home, to see my little brother (who i havn't seen in, what will be, 6 months!), to be back in London and back with my old friends.
It feels so strange to think that what i called my home for 5 months, without parents, without my old friends being able to visit, will soon just be some city on the other side of the world and i'll be back living in London and back to a life i just put to one side for a year.
Isn't it just so bazaar how you can just pack up your things and just LIVE somewhere else for a while and then pack them back up and go back home, to a home you havn't called home in so long?
w h a c k o j a c k o
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