After more than a month, exhaustion – both mental and physical – is beginning to hit.
I didn’t leave myself time to realize where I am, what’s happened to me. All of a sudden, my life has changed, and it wasn’t an easy or gradual passage.
I’m happy, satisfied. Always. I’m sure I made the right choice, and if I was offered a return ticket, I’d turn it down.
But I’m tired, very tired.
I’m tired because my mind never stops.
I haven’t cried yet since I arrived here. Though every day, for one stupid thing or another, the tears rise and my eyes fill, I never manage to let them fall.
I’m tired, so tired I could whine and throw a hysterical scene. Get out while you can…
