So, I’m sitting in the airport in Warsaw, Poland, waiting for my flight (almost 3 hours remain) and trying to force myself to finish the script for at least one of my drafted post (honestly, 18 drafts and 0 posts in a month is my new record of a no-writing spell).
This October is genuinely filled with trips and flights. I haven’t been home for 18 days. I’ve seen so many awesome places, drove hundreds of miles of the unknown roads. I spent 10 restful days at my childhood home, almost doing nothing, working in the parents garden, hunting for mushrooms and photographing amazing Indian Summer (in my home country they call this time, Babye Leto – Grandma’s Summer).
I’m glad to have such blast weather for most of my vacation. Now Europe sees me off with gray skies and rain and looks like all that was only my dream.
Into the woods