Part of this is due to the fact that I spent a long time today (a few hours, at least) walking along the Brisbane river in the beating sun. But I'm tired in more ways than one.
Physically, mentally, financially, emotionally . . .
I could sleep for a week.
I'm still having a good time, but it's a much slower good time than in previous weeks and months. I'm far less ambitious in my plans and there's far less to do about which I find myself getting excited. I want to stay still for a while. I want not to have to say goodbye to people that I know I most likely will never see again. I'll be home in less than two weeks. By the end of that time, I will- I'm sure- have shifted to a point of view in which I'm devastated that I will be leaving a place that I've grown to love. I'll be sad that I won't constantly be meeting new interesting people from exciting places. But right now, I'm feeling ready to go home. See interesting people I already know from places I also know.