It’s been a whirlwind, traveling for what seemed like 24 hours, 3 in flight changes in the way be here. Two flight changes about to come up. It hasn’t even been a week yet and I’m yearning for a sense of settledownness.
It’s Ernest’s birthday today. It’s the first year I did not get him a gift. More out of pure busyness than anything else. We’ll celebrate I’m Barcelona, it’ll be nice.
I tried to do some writing while in Tenerife. Tried to describe the scenic view in front of me and realized how bad I am at it. No one would be able to imagine what I was seeing from my words. Mainly due to my lack of vocabulary and ability to piece it together.
I feel fat. Why does it always have to be like this in vacay. Why does it always have to be eating what I want just does that? But maybe it’s just the drinking. Need to do more self experimentation.
Was pretty proud of myself for not drinking on every part of the trip. The ability to get free drinks is strong in me tho. As well as free food. Practicing saying no more.