I worked 90 hours last week.
Tonight I was re-reading some old posts, and I looked through old pics posted on here (and on the link to old photos). I miss where I was last year. I miss my Jo'burg pals. I miss working at Bara...
I'm meandering along the status quo route right now. Just keep plugging along... I have some interviews lined up, a few in Denver a few elsewhere. Balancing a calling back to the Rockies.. but also a fear of settling down, waking up in 5 year, 10 years, wondering why my passport is blank, and how it is I ended up settling down. That's my fear.
I'm back to work in a few hours, I suspect sleep, not pondering life, would be good for me at this point. So, I shall abruptly cease this post, and cave to fatigue and the comforts of my flannel sheets.
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