Laughter and Forgetting

I forgot what I originally intended to post about.  But it's Wednesday night, meaning there are two days left of the program before I fly home (and I literally fly home the night it ends), and I'm torn.

I'm torn between wanting to be here longer and wanting to just get on with my life.   Life!

I think the desire to still be here is mostly because I'm scared.  Scared of 're-integration,' resuming what could possibly said to be living a 'regular' life again (I'm not even thinking of the obligations I have to do when I get back) and learning how to integrate what I've learned, the habits I've picked up back into a 'regular' life (that wasn't very regular to begin with).  

Exercise enough! on schedule.  get up everyday!  job.

So that's it.  

that's it.