Last day in France! Tomorrow, there are two planes to Belfast and a bus towards New Castle. I had a wonderful time here even if I spent too much time in my head lately. It's been a challenge to make the mayhem stop and even when I do it only lasts an hour or two before all the same BS came flooding back. It's the reason I didn't write anything for four days. It's too easy to run out of things to say when your mind gets hijacked and goes for a nauseating roller coaster ride. Anyway, I called home today and the chat I had with my mom really helped.
In the last few days I learned how to make tiramisu, spread a bunch of hay over the garden (instead of mulching), cleared more weeds, ate dinner in a tiny house, had two days where all the grey clouds came without the thunderstorm. The clouds would grow darker and higher all day and then by sunset, the sky would clear up. One odd thing I've been enjoying is seeing all the dirt come off my hands when I wash them. It's a satisfying sign of hard work...or I guess as a kid it meant we were playing hard.
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