Creeping feeling

 

You get an urge once in a while, that pang, that feeling that you just want to write something down, despite sharing so much of your life online already. But as they say about the typewriter, nothing like sitting down, putting your thoughts together to write a coherent piece to make your mark despite knowing that it will be washed out when the binary sheets goes to laundry.

It’s been a while since the last post and so much has changed then. The Kid doesn’t cry as much to sleep anymore (he still has a relatively strict schedule for a toddler), in love with everything Postman Pat and wants to climb everything in front of him. And I haven’t read 52 books for this year. It’s the time, the time and the idea of curling up to a good book these days just seems rather preposterous. It’s just excuses, but we make do.  I do enjoy re-reading books I read before, but never seem to finish them as I know what’s going to happen already.

We’re on long distance for the time being now so that the time we spend together as a family has to count more. While definitely not a desirable state to be in, the long distance has been rather kind to us in the sense it’s not that long between point A and point B and work now does allow for some flexibility to be weaved in between. And we make up for it over the weekends.

As talked about earlier today, we’re expecting (also expecting expecting, heh) a lot of change in these few months to come, so I think I’m gonna wanna make a note of it.  So, it’s a welcome back I guess.