i don’t know where to start. for months now i think i turned the switch off on thinking feeling and writing. i didn’t want to think – much less start writing again. so i discarded my wordpress and even deleted the wordpress app on my iPhone (which is now cracked and utterly sad) so for some strange reason tonight i am compelled after nearly 3 months of silence to write again. and here i am, waiting for my milo to cool down because i ate dinner a little too early and now i’m saying hi to gastric again.
i’m not ready to go home yet. if there’s one thing that surprised me over the past 9 weeks was that i am not quite as lonely as i was afraid i would be. instead i think i really like this.