Exhaustion..... possibly describes the beginning of this week. On the plane, I held on tightly to the belief that this summer would be uneventful for absurd reasons. But it's starting to look like it might be my busiest...
Even after a week, I'm still recovering from jet lag.
The two suite cases I brought back have been emptied and I've been pondering how so much has happened since last year. At the moment, I'm wondering what Lily Allen means by 'a Chinese' in her song 'Chinese.'
My allergies are returning; I spent five long minutes sneezing my heart out.
The plastic bottle taste of Poland Spring water is comforting, if not concurrently a bit disturbing.
I want to wake up with the sunrise and feel the sand beneath my toes.
