I can't bring myself...

[lietuveens]

...to take this reality seriously again, the one that I'm currently living in. I know most of my sulkiness comes from the feeling that spacetime is against me, that I cannot be where I want to be at the moment. On the other hand, that was my choice. Had I really wanted, I could have packed up and left for Sweden in a week's time, but I decided to be fair to my employer, to my family, to earn some money. So here I am now, stuck in this. Working late four days a week. Not having much chance to see the man I love. Going to place I don't want to go to. Or - apparently - I do.

I'll survive.