Excuse the radio silence, I have been learning.
Learning how to bring myself out of bed from a summer afternoon slumber.
Learning how to spend time away from the internet.
Learning how to open myself up again to people.
Life has been fast. So fast that I haven't been taking photos. Or writing.
What you don't see is the enjoyment of riding my bike to work everyday; of reading a new book every week; of relearning Chinese most days; of joining a chess club again.
It has been a while since I have enjoyed routine this much.
Every Saturday, Nathan and I have had a batch brew at our new local favourite cafe in South Yarra after a sweaty morning of basketball. Our barista Zach gives us a couple of milk crates to sit by the curb and we talk life.
I have been stumbling into my neighbour Claire at the park on weekends to read in the sun; and we have bonded over books, food and change. She has given me FODMAP-friendly cookies, and different perspectives to ponder as a millennial observing her life as an independent woman slightly older than me.
Sometimes I spend enough money at the local green grocers that they give me flowers. A couple of weeks ago, I found a vase to put them in.
I have just come back from another trip overseas. But I think it is important to recognise what you often don't see here: the sweet moments in between at home.
They seem small; mundane; meaningless. Of which they are.
And yet they are hopeful. Profound. Golden.
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