Two days until I fly. It's actually less than 48 hours now, given that I'll be flying out of Helsinki at 9.30 local time. I have one more trip back to my apartment to do a final vacuuming, and retrieve items from there. It feels very strange.
I have no idea what I'm going to end up doing now. I've left my job here in Finland, and I'm heading to a world of contracts but no certain steady job. I've made the argument before that there is no such thing as a certain job, but at any rate, it feels strange. I feel free, though.
I have plans, of course. I hope to study mathematics and Arabic this next year, getting prepared for re-entry into the academic world. I want to go back to school and get my degree in history and perhaps economics as well. I'm getting married in September, and I hope to get a business running together with some great guys I know.
Introspection is a good thing, I find, but it is not enough.
Yet, here I am, heading once again into the great unknown.