It’s coming. The end of the road. One more border, one more ferry crossing. And it will be finished.
I’m incredibly excited on one hand; terrified on the other. What will it mean? What happens next? Is it really the end of anything?
Easy to philosophise away, this kind of thing. Another young Westerner returns to the society he left so selfishly to find something better, discovers that nothing much has changed. This will just be another stop on life’s journey, right?