You Gotta Keep ‘Em Tessellated

Day: 291

Towns / Cities Visited: 191

Countries Visited: 31

Steps Taken Today: 7,796

Steps Taken Around the World: 4,587,148

I stirred from my slumber to the same empty bed, my partner once again starting his morning with a pensive beach saunter. As my brain began to awake, I was met with a weight in my chest, the dread of our inevitable departure constricting my torso, injecting unwelcome anxiety into a place of peace. Determined not to let it spoil my last fleeting two hours, I headed to the kitchen to fix some breakfast as my partner arrived back, revived by his morning stroll. Tea and croissants powered our packing, and with all the tedious tasks done and time to spare, he insisted I treat myself to one last stint in the bath. Filled with nervous energy, I sunk into the water, my back turned on the ocean so as not to be blinded by the bright morning sun, a cheerful reality surrounding the pang within me with stark juxtaposition. The warm water offered bittersweet comfort to my aching soul, and it caught my tears as they rolled silently off my cheeks. Depression is a cruel beast, loyal and ever present, the black dog ready as ever to lunge at any fleeting speck of happiness which might seek to dethrone it.