Literature and butterflies are the two sweetest passions known to man

Suddenly everything happens ever so fast. I am beginning my journey on Tuesday and it is like my head don't truly understand it yet. I keep feeling like there is incredible many things I ought to do before I leave, but when I finally have free time I can't think of any of those things. 

I am currently in a mood that is most perfectly described by the atmosphere in almost every Perfume Genius song. They have that sentimental awareness you get at that time of dawn, just before sunrise, where you walk around enjoying the comfort of the dark, but all of a sudden the sun is rising and you knew it would happen because that is how life goes, but you weren't really ready to let go of the night and the familiar stars that are the world to you. But deep inside you know that the sunrise is going to be the most amazing thing you are going to see and you know that it will all happen so fast and you will be back in the night in only a day.

Also, this week my present for myself finally arrived. It is an autobiography/art book that is written/painted by my biggest inspiration (painting wise as well as view-of-life wise) Noel Fielding. You know that feeling when your head is spinning with thoughts and worries, everything is too loud and ugly? When you need to think of a certain thing to make everything fall into the right place, to give you that comfort of home and protection, something that takes your to your own mind palace (Sherlock Holmes reference aye) where everything is gonna be okay? For me that thing is Noel Fielding and his art. So that is the best thing to have with me a year away from home. Because traveling with that book is like traveling with a tiny bit of home in my backpack.

In other news, I have finished making my butterfly pins. It only took approximately two hours 'with a little help from my friends' in this case Ida, one of the best. For those who don't know, all Rotary exchange students make pins, then when we meet each other we swap pins and put them all on our Rotary blazer.

 One Day Butterfly                
Aren't we all one-day butterflies,
not aware of time.                
Searching for partners or honey   
until Death kisses us.            
Then in his arms, tenderly rocked,
waiting for a new chance          
to fly away again                 
and join the dance                
of the one-day butterfly          

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Adiós