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Things nobody needs to know.

Dear Zonk,

I’ve spent the whole day doing chores. I —

  • unpacked my suitcase (got back yesterday from my massive, month long trip)
  • aired out the house, because it hasn’t seen open windows in over a month now
  • cleaned out my closet
  • organised and put away all the gifts I have to give people
  • cleaned the bedroom
  • ordered supplies for the house
  • lit nice smelling candles in every room to make everything smell nicer
  • sent tax stuff to the CA

Also, I filled up two bottles of handwash with half a bottle of liquid each, and then added water to dilute the soap.

I am that person now.

Love always,
K.

PS. I’ve returned from the most eventful trip of my life, but these are the things I choose to talk about. Oh well.

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Bunk beds and things.

Dear Zonk,

I should really be talking more to you right now, because I’m on the longest trip of my life yet. A quick lowdown of my trip so far:

  • 22nd Jun − Rome
  • 26th Jun − Pearl Jam Live
  • 27th Jun − Florence
  • Today − Venice

Rome was breathtaking, the gig deserves a post of its own (or several), and Florence is the prettiest little postcard town I’ve seen. Maybe not as pretty as Bruges, but then I was only in Bruges for half a day. Honestly, I expected Venice to be a little bit underwhelming after Rome and Florence. But I stepped out of the station this afternoon and shit. There’s the water. Right outside the station. It’s so absurd and also so awesome.

In any case, I actually only logged on to tell you about the room I’m living in. It’s a tiny room in this family’s house. And it’s got hand painted walls and signs everywhere. And bunk beds. I love bunk beds. We had them at home when we were kids, but I wasn’t always allowed to sleep on the top bunk on account of I sleepwalked sometimes.

Which is why I’m sitting here on the top bunk in this bright, quirky little matchbox room and telling you about it instead of napping while we wait for the sun to calm down a little. It’s crazy hot in Italy right now. The afternoons are entirely too sunny. The white people take their shirts off and sunbathe while we Indians try to stick to the shade.

I realise now that this post is really all over the place. Oh well.

I should go read or nap now.

Love always,
K.

PS. I’m too lazy to edit this post now, Zonk, so please ignore any typos.

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Dear Zonk,

For the first time in a long time today, I finished all the work I’d intended to finish, and had the time to take a guilt-free break. And realised that there was nothing at all that I wanted to do.

That’s a first for me, Zonk. And it’s alarming and depressing and it’s really fucking sad. Because all my life, I’ve always been bursting with intention. And suddenly it all seems gone.

It’s like a light has gone out inside my head, and I’m capable of doing none of the things I used to want to do before. Maybe it’s just today. Or maybe it’s a phase and things will go back to normal soon. Or maybe, just maybe, I took too long to set all the potential energy I had buzzing inside of me into motion. Maybe I’m all fizzled out.

I don’t know. I don’t.

*sigh*

Love always,
K.

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