Half Way

I am half way through my time here more or less. I am not counting the days, I stopped doing that when it got into double numbers (not just because I was still learning them in Portuguese) and then yesterday I noticed it was the 1st of October which cuts my time roughly in half. The days have flown, and started to blur into each other. I think this means it´s because I´ve been having a good time, but I feel a bit lost.

It´s the middle, the sag in the sheet, the not beginning and the not end. And I´m not sure how I feel. And why I came. Am I here to work or to love or to just be? And worrying about it is getting in the way of doing all those things.