So, I'm at the beginning of – what? – week eleven in Exotic Research City. For the past week, I've been having two simultaneous thoughts:
(a) I love Exotic Research City! And I have so much still to do in the archives! How is it that it's almost time to go home?!? When am I going to get a chance to have lunch with X and Y and Z?
(b) I am so ready to be home. I need to write a paper for Kalamazoo. I want to be back in my own bed. I want to ride my bike. I miss my friends.
But this morning, a switch flipped: I am officially Ready to Go Home.
It's not that none of part (a) is true anymore. It's all still very true. But somehow, today I was just Done.
So now I'm sitting at a table in the archive, writing this post and doing things like transcribing documents and entering bibliography that I could just as easily do at home. There are archive collections to be explored, and I feel more than a little guilty that I'm not taking fuller advantage of my final week here. But I just… I can't anymore. Really. I'm not out playing -- I'm just marking time.
Please tell me this is fine and right and normal?