Smells like the end

Almost the end, almost two months spent here. Wait, wait ; what ?! Come on, I just arrived yesterday, stop kidding me !

Feeling so much better now while I'm writing this. So much happened, but still, we're not done yet but it's like I'm gonna wake up tomorrow and I will have to take this damn plane which gets me right back to my life.

I'm so far away from this right now. I'm sorry I know I should talk more about the project and everything that has be done. I should be more focused on this but I just feel like writing about how I live this experience and how I feel about it. This might be a sign that I should write my own diary. I just wanna take you through my vision.

Somehow, I fit here. I had a really good reason to go back at the beginning of the month but I didn't. That might be the most selfish decision I have ever made.

The week before the Boltik Baik week was very hard. I think everyone of us was very tired. To work as a team when you also live with the same people is not always easy. We are so different in so many ways, whatever your tastes are, you can find at least one of us to like ; and somehow (still don't know how) we got along.

And then this so expected Boltik Baik week happened. Finally. The workshop came to life. People around, working, hanging, laughing. Now, I see the point. I learnt a lot during this week, like building a kitchen from scratch or cooking for a lot of people. Actually my week was more about cooking, cleaning and partying than bikes.

The very high light of this week was definetely the parade. So many faces, so many freak bikes, so many smiles. It's like someone stuck a smile on my face all along, and I just noticed it when we went back to the workshop and I realized that my cheeks were hurting from smiling. And then.. vvouuuhh at my lowest. Just looking around me as a ghost and wondering what I'm doing here in a world that's so different from mine. All these emotions, all this very intense and full week, everything just came rushing back at the same time. The fact that I really miss my people and, at the same time, that I really love being here. I was a mixture of very happy and very sad and I had to figure it all out ; all these feelings and emotions. Try to understand them and to know what they mean. So I went home, pulled myself together and came back for the last night. Anyway, I didn't want to miss it and I needed it to get all the tiredness out.

So here we are, last week of working. We have to keep in mind that it's not because the Boltik Baik week is over that the project is, and it's kind of difficult. But still, I'm starting to feel the end of all of this. So once again, a mixture of sadness and happiness.

For all these amazing memories I made.

Anissa