41 Days 'Til Tokyo.

Had drinks with Bliss and an old friend of hers a couple of nights ago, and I am more than slightly amazed by how gems of wisdom may be drawn from the mouth of a slightly stoned semi-stranger. He's leaving for the US a few months from now (to study), and when I mentioned that I was in the same boat (albeit to Japan), he commented that your perspective really changes when you know you're leaving.

A year isn't really a very long time to be gone, but it sure as hell feels like it. I've started to value spending time with my friends a lot more, and I've done things that I normally wouldn't. I think one's priorities really come to fruition during times like these (i.e. work can be stuffed into my laptop and taken with me; friends cannot.)

In other news: trying to get over the subsequent end of my seven-year relationship. It's difficult not to think of us as a couple, and I often slip and think of us as 'we'.

The quiet moments are deafening.

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[annaliza]

I really admired your courage. God Bless!