one monkey short of a barrel.

I still haven’t applied for a passport.

My boyfriend lives in another country, and I’ve had the application filled out since July, but I haven’t managed to get the damn thing in the mail so that I will be able to come back and visit him after December.

I think I’m trying to escape reality.

I’ve also stopped worrying about visas, which has left me feeling like the time that I’ve spent here could have been a little – or a lot – more productive. Not that I haven’t had fun. But when I think about the part where I have to go home in just over a month, and have no idea when I will be allowed back into the country… it just scares me a little bit.

I’m thinking that maybe I need to stop having so much fun, and focus on some of the obstacles that I need to overcome to get myself moved down here, so that it feels like this is really my life, instead of some dream that I’ve allowed myself to enjoy for far too long.