Home.

I brought back a few souvenirs.
















Yes, I'm a sucker for big, foofy clouds.

It's 3:22 on a breezy Saturday afternoon.

Alongwith the smell of wet mud and over the sound of a steady drizzle, I can hear birds outside my window.

I don't have to rush anywhere, my phone is switched off and I have no deadlines to meet.

My grandmother cooked lunch for me and I had a chilled beer with lunch.

It's good to be home.

Somewhere only we know ...

This song has been playing in my head for the last 3 days and on my Winamp player (on repeat) for the last hour and a half.

My plate is full.

I'm taking six days off to go back home. I have this thing to do that might mean changing my nationality.

Someone I know has made me an offer that I would be stupid to refuse. That might mean changing my address. To a different country. Permanently.

Someone I used to know was in my dream a couple of nights ago. But, for the first time, I was not aching when I woke up. That might mean something. Hopefully.

And even though I'm excited about finally moving (forward or backward, I do not know nor care), there is a certain sense of sadness at the idea of leaving behind the life and people that I am accustomed to.

“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.”

- Anatole France

Here they are

Yes, I know they're ALOT of pictures.

I'm sorry, but I couldn't bring myself to exclude any more.

Ping-pong

My weekend turned out better than I thought it would.

With so many people missing from the regular weekend clique, I figured it would be boring. Oh well, at least The Noisy One was back.

I was miserable Thursday evening. I thought I wasn't going to Wafra. So I ate a Twix.

Okay, long story short, after slacking around, drinking coffee for a while, there was a sudden change of plans on Thursday night and we ended up playing table-tennis till 4:00 am. At that point, they said "Let's stay awake and go to Wafra directly from here."

So that's what we did. I killed time till 7:00 am having the great Religion vs Atheism debate. Too bad it was with a couple of numbnuts. But then I drowned myself in doggies and everything was right with the world again.

I slept through all of Friday. Well, at least 20 hours of it.

Lucycat

 
 
 
 
 
 

Yes, her mother was... uhm ... popular? with the boys.