Over the past 72 hours I’ve somewhat transformed into a mush of flesh moving here and there, working a lot still. I haven’t been very social. I have six days left of this trip. It went too fast like I knew it would.

Yesterday I discussed more work things. I haven’t gained any certainty yet, so perhaps I might hear something next week.

This stiff position of waiting and running out of time is ineffable. Meanwhile, I saw a friend of mine a few quick times before they were whisked away to European Seas. I’m finding this brief interaction is also contributing to my present state of stand-off-ish.

Man did those first two weeks fly…

As I progress into the final week of this voyage to the opposite side of the world, once again I am left reflecting on the ups and downs of how I dwell in two hemispheres.

If I had the week I just had in New York City with my Australian tribe around, we would be kicking off an intense weekend of opt-shop therapy and mulled wine musing.

Anticipating the upcoming week, and actually owning up to the fact that I’ll be on a plane Friday seems impossible at the moment.

Thankfully I have family down under to steady me on my feet when I land and help me focus on what comes next.

I imagine that’s going to be some book of sorts.

… back to work.