I began to get used of the work schedule, although one weekend is NOT ENOUGH!.
I miss home. Not like Home home, but some stuff about Greece. I miss the good times.
My car. The beach. The classy clubs although I rarely went. The islands. I miss generosity and filotimo. We’re givers.
I’m going up to Paris and then maybe Lille and a bit of Belgium after New Years.
I’m getting older. It’s not like I feel it, but I see it around me. Suddenly some people seem too young for me.
This temporary job prepares me for the next step. It’s a smooth transition I’d say, from the student world to the work one.
I should have seen that coming I suppose. Social life has being a bit harder. I had to be more picky. When you’re all over the place you miss on stuff. And I don’t have time.
I slowed down on the dating area. Picky there too.
I see stuff I couldn’t see not so long ago. I don’t know how “wisdom” works, but it happens. I make decisions, knowing why I make’em. I keep’em. I go “over the line” when I feel I want to, not because someone else wants me to. I have memories, and I playback ‘em in my head, but I don’t fool myself into thinking they’re anything more than that.
I appreciate interesting, kind, easy-going people. I dismiss nutcases and screwed-ups. I don’t have any more time to play therapist. Sorry.
I am tired, often, I don’t lose hope or take my eyes off my goals.
I’m optimistic.
I’m happy.
I’m a bit sleepy!
Goodnight.
