I've been back in London since Wednesday.
Lot of things were done, like finished an article for some magazine, uploaded the pictures from travelling, emailed them too, spoke to mother, cooked three times (I'm so back on this track, however choosing fast options so far!), had one fight with Him about happiness, organised my balcony garden (saved a little tree), cleaned out the freezer, gave all frozen unused food to my neighbour, called the fixer (from today there wasn't hot water in the house), had one very quality-naughty night with Him (surprised him with the beautiful black one piece lingerie). On the whole, I'm trying to adopt this big city. I want to get into it's bloodstream, again. I went out on Friday night but returned home at 2 AM with Him.
It's good to be back. I am happy to come back. I'm just afraid to fall back into the routines of last year. I haven't met with any of my London friends yet, not as I have a lot. Cancelled a meditation group today.
It is not like it was last year at this time. I learnt a lot about myself. This September I was confident and self-determined about starting over again.
Still, seeing three aeroplanes heading into one direction makes me wonder, how many planes are departing and landing with countless number people looking forward to something new. There are a few stars too barely apparent in the cold autumn sky.
He likes to play for me nearly every evening, and I enjoy listening to it. Like there is nothing else to do right now, just play music, enjoying together the sweet nothingness.
Tomorrow is Monday, and I need to start looking for job.
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