This is a bit of a strange one. I’m losing a day. Not entirely but I’m dying towards tomorrow, each stop pushing me closer to the time meridian. As such this blog on a plane is taking place sometime before tomorrow but the next one… well this may be a two on one situation. I’m headed to France and I’m geeked about it. The classes have ended and now I’m out in the world resetting myself in a very romantic place with my very romantic partner. I’m going to write some stuff too. I need to. I’m excited about diving in and exploring and being romantic and even about braving the cold. All of it is definitely different from the daily meh and its those meh rituals that are killing me.
This is living.