Sunday, February 20, 2011

Writing takes a long time. Anyone that has done it would know what I mean. I thought I would write something yesterday but then I just passed out on the couch. It was a tiresome day. Woke up at 5 am and was running around for 18 hours, which is what traveling with babies pretty much means. Nevertheless, if you ask me would I just stay home instead I would scream "no". It was a trip well needed. Like any trip. If you ask me I can justify going anywhere. Travel brings back inspiration into the ordinary. Life in idleness would drive me insane. I can't just sit around and take it easy. According to the Lao people this is a serious disease.
Today I found out that I need a visa for a trip to India that is already booked. The embassy needs 3 weeks and the trip starts in 2 weeks, so we won't go. I was quite mad.
Besides that well-inexpected coincidence, I had great day reconnecting with an old feeling. I was talking to my man at the dinner table and we were going around some boring subject. All of a sudden I felt so much at home. Finally.

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