It feels cold in Newark, and gray. Well, the weather is cold, and having come from a Melbourne summer. And gray – perhaps the sky and the concrete. Or, the monotony of “go.”
I have been non-stop “go.” A combination of work “to do”, and I suppose, not wanting to deal with the fact that I am kind of setting up life, overseas.
I am glad, to be overseas. (And I do not see cold weather, monotony and non-stop ahead.) I am just in that feeling of having stepped in a cold shower.
Soon, it’ll be warm. Soon, it’ll be colourful.
But for the moment, I am washing off…