Journeying

right, one of those reflective ones.

this hit me as I finally lugged my last suitcase from pardubice, the gingerbread town, to my spiff (well relatively) new company sponsored apartment...

I'm always going somewhere, or moving somewhere, or waiting to move somewhere... my life's just been a huge transition for as long as I can remember (which mightn't really be that long). I miss. A home.

that cycle of getting ready to leave.. settling in... getting ready to leave..
I hate unpacking knowing that in a couple of months,
my life just goes straight back into that cold suitcase.
I've begun to hate leaving people behind.
I miss the comfort of friends.
Gallery friends, Park friends, Bar friends,
Scrabble friends, Movie friends, and my favourite I AM NOT COMMUNIST DAMNIT! friends.

Adventure's almost always mixed with melancholy 'wish they were here' 'hell, just wish I was with em' moments.

my CFA prep is going horribly. barely on the 2nd book. really gotta kick that into gear.

Found a great teahouse in the square I live on.. gen mai cha , a hookah pipe and monocle are my new after work wind-downs.



I need to stop starting and get onto finishing.

I also need a lover who won't drive me crazy.