Summer breaks used to be stuff of legend but now that I've done it, it's not so mythical or as fantastical as I imagined. No long swims in warm water or cracking freshly caught shrimps while giggling in golden sand.
Clearly, Enid Blyton has fed me lies.(no pixies under toadstools for another thing)
But! I did get to languish at city pace, soaking up midnight lights and sore feet from too much walking. I've missed Singapore and Hong Kong dearly but am now wishing for some Australian sunshine. The cross-pacific travelling this holiday has made me realised that I'll never properly belong enough (whether it's my subconcious inhibiting my ability to connect with a place is up for debate. in my head. again. HAI 3PM NIGHTZ.)and now I have a vague desire to visit everywhere with a
Lonely Planet Gap Year Guide book. The fact that I now have a DSLR:D probably doesn't hurt.
20th of January, not overly significant, kinda blah. Apart from being a multiple of 2,4,5,10 it really doesn't do much. A good day if any to officially start a new year.
So, materialize work, humming and life. I'm ready to start improperly breathing again.
And now, we jump.