'Everything must be ready for my trip' I read in my calendar as I cross another day off. Of course, everything is not.
My backpack still has it's side zip broken, my diaries, sketchbook, random papers and books are all over the place, my clothes crumpled at the back of my wardrobe and on the floor besides my bed. I haven't booked all my train tickets nor bought some gifts I want to take home for Christmas.
I have the idea that I'm leaving, that I'm leaving everything for last minute.
The last days, they are so intense.
Raf (now officially late for work, but happy that last night, while I was working, Argentina got into the Worldcup)
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