I know it's time to leave when I run out of things to think about, or when the brain gets stuck on repeat.
I remember distinctly in Costa Rica, near the very end of my trip, I was sitting in a hammock in the mountains. I was swaying there lazily staring out at nothing. I realized I had nothing left to think about and therefore it was time to go home. and so i did. go home.
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