Unpacking my baggage

So I'm sitting on a train to work at 8 in the morning, there's no sun and rain is sprinkling. Despite the fatigue that lingers and lulls in my body, I'm thinking, 'Damn, things are pretty okay'. I may have, from time to time, whined about being stuck in a routine, but it's so like me, that at the same time, I enjoy it. Who am I to deny that I am indeed a closet lover of the safer option, schedules and comfort. I enjoy boredom. Oxymoron? I appreciate knowing what will come next, yet, at the same time I thrive upon the idea of spontaneity. And this is exactly where it feels like I'm constantly at crossroads. Let me know when you have figured out a way to balance the two.

Taken on top of steps in Macau. A view from the balcony of a Vietnam hotel. Taken on the Summer of 2009-2010. I've been missing that Summer (and every other summer before that)...largely due to the constant, droning reminders of the mediocrity of my current day-to-day life. What a stark comparison? I miss the lack of routine and responsibilities. It was tooooooo gooood.