Across the pond...

It's the 8th of May. Well, actually it's 12am on the 9th of May now that I've checked the clock. I'm at Orsi's about to pass out for my final night in London. It's been quite a trip, but I feel I've held back. Somehow things didn't quite come together. There were a few nights that I wanted to get to and either missed or didn't make it down to see.

Currently I'm feeling quite anxious. I tend to do this a lot, but I'm also feeling a bit emotional. I have an overwhelming sense of being alone. It's scaring me. Right now it feels like it might not end. Like I'm stuck this way and I'll never get to go home. That seems ridiculous. I think it's how unplanned everything feels and how I feel like this was a stupid move to come to the UK for so long. I feel like the things I want to do in England, Edinburgh, and Dublin were just too much. Or I just didn't think clearly about all this.

I know I need to power through this. But honestly, I'm pretty damn scared. Maybe I'm really tired. The knot in my stomach tells me different though.

If I could be home in my own bed right now I'd feel so much better.