Maybe tomorrow (I'll find my way-ay home)

It's like someone hit the brakes while you looked away for a moment, (the girl in that car as it flashed by on the other lane... someone familiar? From a long time ago?) and hit them hard. You shudder to a crawl, confused. (You were driving, you see. Or so you thought.)The trip was going okay. It wasn't going great or anything. Not lately. But it was ticking along, the hours and days rolling off one by one with reasonable predictability. And then time just bloody stopped!!! I haven't been this desperate to get off the boat in a while!! Does it have anything to do with the fact that this should be it for the rest of the year, I wonder? :)So after daydreaming (and sweating profusely) through the last few days, now it's just one more wake-up. And then one more night back in Cartagena. We were originally slated to fly out from Barranquilla, which happens to be Shakira's home town, by the way. But then fate conspired to take us back to familiar territory.So in a couple of days, the longest vacation I've ever had, should begin :D. Imagine that! Somehow I don't think I'll be dying to get back to the boat even after that though :P. Then again, I really do hope when I have to head back, it is back to this tub. As it turns out, I've grown rather fond of it. And although it would be mostly the people, in this case, I couldn't say it's all just about the people, seeing how 'the people' form a rather volatile entity :).One way or another, the possibility of displacement always exists. So I suppose when I pack my stuff tonight, I'll be a little more careful than usual to ensure that nothing I leave behind would cause me too much grief if I were to never see it ever again...Currently: in suspended animation
Listening to: Ingrid Michaelson - So long