Sunday, October 18


Five more weeks to go before I’m leaving the office for good. Even though they say the human body is designed to work, I am quite happy to be leaving soon. Not having to sell my time for money makes me feel more free than I have been in years. Simple pleasures suddenly become more profound and meaningful. During my lunchbreak I walk to the supermarket and look at all the beauty on display, the apples, the flowers, wondering why I feel so happy when I look at them. My crush on The Italian Man has faded, it has not yet been replaced by anything so far. I am so used to walking the streets alone that I wonder if it ever will be otherwise. I already know what I want to do with my free time: I want to travel more, desire less and drown myself in words.