I’m not sure...

If it’s something intrinsic about being someone who likes to travel/re-locate… but I now have the fear… the fear that I don’t want to be here… but an even greater fear that I don’t’ want to be anywhere else either… It’s almost like a claustrophobic feeling… I would suffocate if I moved back to Canada… or if stay here a minute longer…Even Spain right now seems too complicated… I guess the cold rainy grey English day isn’t helping much either.

I’m thinking that this is why English people drink so much tea… it’s the only thing that can shake the damp chill out of your bones on days like this.

It’s just a delicate little piece of string on which I balance right now… *teeter totter* don’t startle me, whatever you do… that would be enough.