A month passes. Then two. And all of the sudden, you can’t even greet people with happy new year anymore.
It’s been three days since I moved back into the House of Glee. It’s funny how sometimes you end up where you started. There’s a vague sense of familiarity but nothing is the same, really.
I still remember leaving for Asia with just one backpack. Opening my storage unit again and thinking “why do I need all this”? Somehow despite all my good intentions I’m surrounded by stuff again.
I’ve settled into somewhat of a lethargic state. I haven’t seen the gym in a month. Free food diet not working in my favor. Only finished two books this year, and only because I was on vacation. Learning is slowing to a halt.
Life is so comfortable, and I’m happy. So let me indulge in sleeping in a few more Saturday mornings.
Until spring.
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