How troublesome to be thinking about the same thing all the time. How annoying.

Laura and I talked yesterday about my fears, her travelling experiences, and what it's like to leave your home country and the sense of displacement you feel when you come back. When she left Peru six years ago she went to all of her favorite places and said good bye to them because she knew she'd be coming back a different person. You have to mourn before you leave because if you don't, once you get where you're going ... you'll miss home all the more.

Every interaction seems a little more defined; every harsh word cuts deeper than it should; every hug a little warmer.

Yesterday I didn't want to feel this way and now I've accepted this has to happen. I have to get ready for leaving in my own way.