10 days have passed since I counted my remaining days on my hands and feet the last time. Now I only need the hands.

And in 10 days, I'm not at home any more. Or, I will be at home, just a new home. 6612 km from the place I call "home" today.

I can count the number of days on my hands. It's amazing how fast time passes. One finger per day, and when I have no more fingers, I'll be in Ohio.

Tomorrow it's my day like Peter Pettigrew, with one finger missing.