Flew in yesterday, and how odd the feeling of my apartment, work, city… not to mention streetlights and air pollution regulations. Amazing how long 2 weeks can feel when every day is new, stimulating, and chock full (good lesson on how to live a life?)
This morning I walked through Chinatown; I think I miss Asia.
I’m sure you are “busy” but where the heck is the next installment?
Are you bored of this already? It’s been a whole week.
Crikey. I deserve a jet-lag reprieve, don’t I?