Austin, Texas
fresh page, fresh start. i feel sick to my stomach, in the best possible way, but i still can't fight the ever-rising nausea. i am very grateful for the transition time in DC, and hopefully it will make the inevitable landing in amsterdam feel a little less surreal (if that is possible). i'm really not sure what the day, or the next month, has to hold for me, but a quick and rapid change is afoot, while my body tries desperately to keep up with reality. thirty pounds, even, on my back, but the luggage of the last two years alone is still almost too much to shoulder - which will take its toll first? will it be the physical exhaustion, or will it be the harsh reality of facing my own thoughts, unobstructed, outside of this convoluted, corporate machine of a country...home sweet home.
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