My week turned out to be exactly what I had expected from the start: relaxed. I dedicated myself to catching up on some books I had left unfinished. I also organized my luggage and chose old clothes to donate; I did a thousand and one things that, in my right mind, I would never do. Perhaps it's because I wanted to keep my mind busy; otherwise, I would start overthinking things and looking for excuses not to see Julius, but I have already made a decision that I don't intend to let go to waste.
When Saturday arrives, I prepare to head out. Since I’m going to a place I don’t know, I decide on a pair of jeans and comfortable sneakers, just in case I have to make a run for it—though I hope my fatalistic imaginings are just that: delusions of mine because I fear being in danger, but I don’t wa
