Apr 8, 2007

3 AM

t's 3 AM on my last night in La Coruña. I am too high-strung to sleep right now. In a minute I will go finish my laundry and close up my suitcase, and climb into the bed in this tiny, old spanish apartment that has become home.
It is such a weird mix of sadness, and nervousness and excitement and anxiousness and exhaustion. At this stage of the game, a lot more sadness. Makes me want to never get attached, never grow to love anyplace or anybody.
I am trying to find that independant- follow-God-with-abandon Spirit I once felt like I had. It has gotta be in there somewhere, right?
Gotta get some sleep.
I have a long drive tomorrow.

We'll just wait and see how the next two months go. Keep walking, eyes open, but you can close them sometimes.
I think I will go and force those eyes closed.