Though I've been warned to live day by day, there's something taking over.

Tonight is the night. My last night on the island. Tomorrow at 7:30pm I head back to Athens for the first time since February.

Three long months, and it's coming to a close. Am I happy or sad? Both I suppose. Parts of me never want to leave this tiny paradise, but there is another part of me that wants to get back to the paradise I've created for myself back home. There is a lot about home that I have missed, but on the same note this place has become a home, and so there will be no escaping an emotional goodbye. Goodbye for now.

The people will be the hardest to leave behind. The artists, the writers, the teachers. We've all pushed each other, and encouraged each other. These relationships have become important, so important. I know for many this is not a goodbye, just a 'see you later'. I still can't help but wonder which of these people will become lost in the transition.

The show is tonight. In a few hours actually. I'm reading my script, and it's a nervous feeling. That's expected though. I'll take pictures of the artwork. I'm impressed, I really am.

This is my last night in this little bedroom. My little greek studio apartment. So much writing has happened here. I'll remember the nights that turned into mornings, the writing parties, the parties in general. The fridge that only ever had milk and ouzo in it. The bathwater that rarely got warm. The little balcony that gave me a place to read and invited various insects into my room.

Too soon for goodbyes?
One night. One more time.

ashley.