It's my last week in Canada and I really don't know what to do with myself. I want to dive into Canada things and see friends and family and casual activity partners I won't see for a while but actually that's a lie, I want it to rain and I want to dive into a cave and speak only to Shannon and three other people and think about only this and maybe work and how there're only 135 hours or so until I get to Los Angeles and I can feel every single one.
It simultaneously feels like there is not and will never be enough time, not here and not there and certainly not between now and the wedding. At least I'm not crying all the time any more.
I already ate the best last Canadia...
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