The past two weeks has been a whirlwind of last minute trips and activities. From boats to beaches and buses to well more buses, at the end of each amazing but exhausting trip, i just want to look out the window and see home. Home home: snow, bay and family. I want is to be back in Wisconsin.
I am desperately trying to enjoy my last month but with last minute papers to write, presents to buy and trips to take, I am running out of patience and coffee.
I just want to light a fire, curl up on the couch and sip some hot cocoa. I want to do nothing and not feel guilty for it.
Every spare last minute here in Buenos Aires i feel like has to be filled with one last-minute adventure. But my spontaneity is just about burnt out and my tired bones ache for comfort, routine, and rest.
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