Tomorrow around noon, I'm heading out to the airport for a 2.5 week trip around South Africa. It's the same crew from this little excursion:
After months of accelerating discussion and planning, everything is set. We just need to start.
In Clockers, Richard Price makes an observation about the guilty and the innocent staying in jail overnight. The innocent, not knowing why they've been detained or exactly how they'll free themselves, fret away the whole night. The guilty, knowing exactly the score, sleep soundly.
Right now, I'm still on the edge between those two states. Between worry and surety. Between anticipation and apprehension.
I will try to sleep easy tonight. After I finish packing, of course.
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