back in town. back to business.
*even though i haven’t really felt my feet on the ground yet.
*it was somewhat fun, but most of the time it was something almost surreal, in which i was surrounded by strangers speaking strange languages in a fairytale-like setting *except for the ride from CDG airport to central Paris, when it vividly felt like… Sydney!
one question still baffles me: does it have to be that way?
~one minute we talked and laughed like good buddies, the next minute, when it came to the business, you were like my worst adversary.
well i guess i just need to learn how to deal with that. better.
“if our stories weren’t worth sharing, and they didn’t matter, then what would be left for us? think about it!”
i used to tell myself that i would never use their service, or rather, “his family’s service”. that was irrational and i knew i couldn’t overcome “the lame past”—not until that thought was settled.
this morning i pushed the door, smiled and immediately started a friendly and honest conversation with their staff. i think it was nicely done. and this arvo i finally mailed him what i had promised. perhaps, it was both the right thing and the kind thing to do.
less than 32 hours before the flight. feeling very much calmer now. my new motto: keep calm and improvise.
this week has been SO hectic, but heck, i’ve done another level!
4:51pm. it looked both inviting and intimidating enough to make me hesitate. i had promised myself a bike ride on the day of the summer solstice, but confused the date and failed to make it in the morning. “and now it doesn’t seem a great time for a ride~ plus, where off to?”. initially i had west lake in mind for a 5am ride. 5pm? not so tempting. “well, just get out and pedal away and decide later~”. Continue reading “the eyes of sharbat gula”→