The plan was to head down to Panama. But now I’m thinking that I might head home instead. My passport has run out of pages (which means that I’ll to go the American embassy in Managua to get more added), but I think that the bigger obstacle is that I’ve just run out of steam.
I’m tired of travelling. Tired of youth hostels. Tired of meeting people that I’ll never see again. As I write this, I’m sitting in a room by myself in a hostel in Leon. I paid twice as much of the cost of a bed in a dorm, just so that I could have a private room and not have to interact with anyone. The other guests are out in the courtyard right now, chatting and making pancakes but the idea of going out there and running through the whole “Where you from? / How long you been here? / Where are you headed?” just sounds so exhausting that I don’t think I can do it.
I feel so old.