Finally...

I finally found the time and what is left of my mental energy to begin writing something serious. And possibly honest. I have no foresight, even to predict the nonsensical turnout of this post.

If there is something serious and honest I should write about, it would be about the weather. It has been my pet peeve and main bug since I got off that plane. Oh the heat! I feel like I am constantly covered in a layer of those balmy greasy things that you apply on a fresh bruise. And no amount of washing and showering can help me.

I feel cheated to a certain extent. Someone... I honestly cannot remember who... told me that I would feel better in about a week. But the imaginary deadline has come and gone and I am still left here feeling well oiled and greased at every and any time of the day. Perhaps in another week?

Patience is key.

On another note, most of my days since being back was spent in boxes. Digging up packed boxes to search for another article that I can still fit into and is suitable for my homeostatic state is no mean feat. Today while attempting to find some collared shirts I found a stack of no fewer then 15 journals. So, a few hours of today was spent wasted wisely on reading the journalled details of 5 years of my life. So much tears shed for so little reason and yet I realised that I will shed them all again willingly. And such is the extent of my bleeding heart.

In addition to the many evacuation of half buried boxes, another few years of my life is entering storage. Permanently. And I am training my mind to ignore the advancing deadlines while dragging my leaden feet to keep time. There is a certain recognition that I cannot ignore anymore the pressing issue of the culmulative moments.

Lobo once said, 'Goodbye is just another word'. And it better be all that it is...