I leave one week from tomorrow. I don't even want to think about it honestly.
It's pouring in Buenos Aires today and usually I would grumble walking home in the rain but it's different here. The city takes on a whole new look. Everything is clean and pure. Everyone is in a hurry, no window shoppers, no one in the parks, nada. Not for me though. I slowed down while all others sped up. I noticed stores I hadn't seen before, I let others pass me instead of passing them, I took my time.
I thought by now I would be ready to go home but it's quite the opposite, I'm almost dreading it.