A bit emotional today. Maybe because Im on my own for the first time in weeks, maybe because its being in Paris and a bit sentimental - quiche in the Jardin de Luxembourg; eating eclairs - maybe because its my last day in non-English Europe, maybe the lack of cigarettes after a month of heavy smoking.
It has been nice to play tourguide in Paris this time. Familiar yet always new Paris. I feel a bit disconnected from everything and everywhere today. Its probably fatigue. Unbelievably tired. I need a bed, a beach, or a hug.
Tonight, Dublin. Cant wait to see R in her neck of the woods. And then London, and then the concept of home enters the mind.