Yesterday I felt off. Unsettled. Uneasy.

And for the first time in a while, so incredibly disappointed and let down. I had been so full of love coming here, but yesterday I felt so depleted and empty.

In the afternoon I went with Malika to the bazaar to get some things. We had to get a potato, and the proprietress said I'm a guest, and that it was her gift to me.

After work I wanted to be alone. I went back to one of my favorite restaurants where I sometimes chat with the owner.

But even that felt off. Something was already different.

I realized it's time to go. I had been fighting so hard to stay for a while. But I feel it. It's time.

Coming here I felt I couldn't move forward in my life without this experience. I still think it was right.

I couldn't have had this experience unless I was alone.

But being alone, I also realized how much I love having people in my life. Strangers, passerby-ers, cab drivers.
It's the moments. Those few seconds where your lives intertwine, and you share that smile or laugh.

In a sense, it's almost deeper and more enriching than lengthy conversations with close friends you've known for ever. (I wouldn't trade these for anything in the world either though - I'm just saying).

But definitely. It's the moments.