Day 5 : A Tug-of-War

After two late nights in a row, Judah had very little left, and I didn't have much to offer. So we spent the day reading, walking slowly around TaiKooLi for perhaps the last time, writing notes in Starbucks, and taking pictures, because these our truly the last days.

 

 Writing at Starbucks

Writing at Starbucks

 I've been working on trying to get this shot. I love this background.

I've been working on trying to get this shot. I love this background.

 These were supposed to help declutter the streets. I don't think its working.

These were supposed to help declutter the streets. I don't think its working.

 My last wrap at one of my favorite places to eat - its affectionately known as, "Chinese Chick-fil-a." 

My last wrap at one of my favorite places to eat - its affectionately known as, "Chinese Chick-fil-a." 

 These little trolly-looking buses are great accents to the city.

These little trolly-looking buses are great accents to the city.

We arrived back home around 6:30, watched a documentary on boxing, then went to bed, tired, but refreshed.

 

The tug-of-war truly begins, with three sides. One, spend the last few nights with people, spend the last few nights with places, and three, spend the last few nights wrapping up all the loose ends. There isn't enough time for them all, and the flight won't wait. 

The ropes snap and crack and the tension threatens. One of them will win.

 

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