first last days

My last days so far have been... weird. Well, this is a shithole but it has been my shithole for over two years now, and its hard to detached from it. Now, while I keep working on my photography (something I will keep for the rest of my life), paths, spaces, people and coincidences seem so distance and unreal. Mexico remains with me, but i'm not so sure how close, how real, how present I really want it, even though, I'm pretty sure i have a lot to express there, and from there. Sweden is my friend, but its that friend that you don't really like so much but is still part of the gang, that's how I see Sweden; the question is how Sweden sees me?