That was when life was exciting and there were much things to be done - articles to be read, music to be listened to, movies to be watched, conversations to be had, cigarettes to be enjoyed, and wine to be binge-drunk.
Strangely, I feel that way now, too. Albeit, not so much the cigarettes and wine. I do admit, though, that the thought of it is rousing. Has things come full-circle for me or is this some form of coping mechanism in anticipation of what is to come?
Perhaps, it is just the compulsive list-maker and list-doer in me at work. I have come up with many extensive lists of what I need to do before I go. Lists about what I should do there in my personal time have already been started on.
Or perhaps, life is becoming more exciting again. Well, I do profess to flutters in my stomach when I see her lately, and I look forward very much to our rendezvous in foreign lands when I get my breaks. In addition, I also feel released from the chains that have bound me from the beginning of 2010. My captors had once made me miserable to the point of despondence. There was no comfort, except alcohol-induced oblivion to my regrettable predicament. Now that I can leave the dreary cell that once held me, I seem to have found my wings again.
It's 3A.M. and I'm still here typing, thinking about her and my to-do list for tomorrow. It's SUCH a breath of fresh air...very much like that of this jungle that I will soon call my second home.
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