Returning home is not easy.
These last months it's been hard to say where home is, because I always feel like passing trough or visiting.
From long trips on buses and weird people in bus stations, crazy taxi drivers, an lonely house in a beach city and days at work that could work in a Tokyo-3 fashion, these last months were weird.
I'm returning here too, watching people and getting things done. Which means cleaning and organizing and trying to make sense with things. I've got some plans and some ideas and some things I want to put out.
It all takes a lot of preparation and planning and for a person that hates to wait it is really a great exercise. Long road to go.
Let's see how it goes. It's nice to have some reality checks along the way.
(Whoa, two years since last journal entry.)
Love,
Rodrigo.