It's like that dream...
Sep. 27th, 2010 09:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
camrogersI've been back in this building for ten minutes and, like everything else post-trip, it's like I've never left. What's different, though, is I think I *may* be able to do this now and not want to saw my head off.
Crew's smaller, same supervisors, same recycled air, same bad coffee, same interface, same same same. Difference is, this time, I know for a fact this life doesn't own me, at all. Such a difference.
Woke this morning, got the suit out of the closet. Noticed strands of white cat hair on the back of it. Kennedy. Jennifer's cat, in New York.
*sigh*
I miss glaciers. I miss the subway. I miss fried pickles. I miss the Improbable City.
Three months here could see me right. Six months, if I'm good for it, definitely. Of course it may be that I have no facility for this whatsoever and I'm on my arse this time tomorrow.
Insha'Allah, as a friend of mine is fond of saying.
Crew's smaller, same supervisors, same recycled air, same bad coffee, same interface, same same same. Difference is, this time, I know for a fact this life doesn't own me, at all. Such a difference.
Woke this morning, got the suit out of the closet. Noticed strands of white cat hair on the back of it. Kennedy. Jennifer's cat, in New York.
*sigh*
I miss glaciers. I miss the subway. I miss fried pickles. I miss the Improbable City.
Three months here could see me right. Six months, if I'm good for it, definitely. Of course it may be that I have no facility for this whatsoever and I'm on my arse this time tomorrow.
Insha'Allah, as a friend of mine is fond of saying.
