Ten... nine... days and counting. Catching up with old friends seem inevitable when they hear my departure has an indefinite return date. It's nice and dandy asking what everyone's been up to, but to be the focus of everyone's attention while they attempt to discover my raison du départ is disengaging.

Have you ever heard yourself in the third person? Not as someone talking about you to someone else in your presence. But an almost out of body experience of listening to yourself talk about yourself. Every time I hear myself retell my little love story, I feel just like that.

It's a story from a movie script that I must have conjured up, somehow.