The first couple of days I was back were off. This city of mine was not my city, these (I actually typed 'thesis' here...) people were not my people. This city is ugly, dirty and stinks. No one cares to renovate buildings. Getting from one point to the other is impossible. People are ugly. They have a despicable taste in clothes. (I'm a prime example, but imagine crowds that are dressed even worse than I am. Scary.)
And in a matter of days, I ceased to notice the holes in the pavement and faces became strangely familiar. Habituation, what else?
So, I've been sucking at writing, I know. Being at the office 9 hours per day and writing my thesis in the evenings and during the weekends has not exactly been great. 2 more weeks of this insanity and then I'll be done with my thesis. Finally, I'll be able to socialize and do what I want. My dreams are really simple: go out for an evening of salsa or get home and cook a nice dish or go biking with Jani or meet my ex colleagues for a drink. Simple little things could make me so happy...
Work is still swell! I'd love to write a lot about it, but I'll do that after my thesis deadline. My colleagues are fantastic and that may be the best part of it all.
Okay, I guess this is enough just to show that I'm alive and well.
Dia: out.
Tuesday, 10 August 2010
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