“But it wasn’t a dream. This was a real, truly live place. And I remember that some of it wasn’t very nice – but most of it was beautiful. But just the same.” I’ve successfully surrounded myself with my collected remnants of home: Scully and Mulder stand pensively on screen, a blanket from my Birmingham … More “There’s no place like home, Toto.”
Two weeks in and my biggest take-away thus far is that homesickness is inevitable. Manageable, but inevitable. Did I expect anything less? Fuck no. I love my family and I love my cats and being away from them for any extended period of time sucks warm dicks. I’m also pretty fond of beds that have … More My First Two Weeks in Sapporo (Kinda, not really)
I’m more than 11 months deep into 21. Most would still regard that to be in the realms of relative youth, but fuck I’m feeling old. I’m poised on the precipice of the biggest event in my life thus far, of that I have no doubt, yet I don’t feel like it’s an achievement. Perhaps … More I don’t write enough, so let’s change that with a dose of honesty and introspection.