in-between
waiting for reality to feel real, or at least realer if possible
still feel as if i'm dreaming
home is different but coming home is a breath of fresh air
crushin hard

night train to bayonne, biarritz (les pyrénées et la mer), 45 minute drive to vieux boucau (tranquil ghost town between the sea and the forest), hossegor; train to toulouse through countryside along the mountains.
come a long way. looking forward to laying my head on our pillows.