Thursday, August 03, 2006
Barely touching the ground
Hello, World.
I have been well. I'm watching the world go by, sitting in a bagel shop where the local elders gather for their daily chit-chats - scrabble, Fidel Castro, visits by their grandchildren. My green beast (the car) is now running. The apartment hunt will start soon. My flights to Chicago and Boston are booked. Everything seems to be going a-o-kay.
But there is a restlessness that course through my veins. I can feel the rise of another adventure ahead. New & old faces in the Midwest. Business travel to NY, LA, Shanghai, (and HK would be a GREAT bonus). Getting my engine revved up.
I don't want to reflect just yet. There are photos that need uploading, presentations that need to be created, letters to my boss that need to be written.
But I sit here sipping hazelnut blend coffee. Reading Murakami. Eating bagel with lox creamcheese. A huge grin slapped on my face.
I have been well. I'm watching the world go by, sitting in a bagel shop where the local elders gather for their daily chit-chats - scrabble, Fidel Castro, visits by their grandchildren. My green beast (the car) is now running. The apartment hunt will start soon. My flights to Chicago and Boston are booked. Everything seems to be going a-o-kay.
But there is a restlessness that course through my veins. I can feel the rise of another adventure ahead. New & old faces in the Midwest. Business travel to NY, LA, Shanghai, (and HK would be a GREAT bonus). Getting my engine revved up.
I don't want to reflect just yet. There are photos that need uploading, presentations that need to be created, letters to my boss that need to be written.
But I sit here sipping hazelnut blend coffee. Reading Murakami. Eating bagel with lox creamcheese. A huge grin slapped on my face.
// posted by sakit @ 6:57 AM 
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Oh, you make me so jealous! Where are those days when we were trying so hard to make it to a whisky distillery, or when we were canoeing through a crazy river? [sigh] Now I'm stuck with my laptop and my dissertation. The world moves so fast outside there... I hate the sound of a bagpipe out of my windows! And fireworks every night on the castle hill... [sigh]
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