Returning home is so depressing... All the freshly minted memories of fun devoid of responsibility and expectations. And you know what's the worst part? Unpacking. It's as if I'm taking out all the laughter and excitement and replacing it with emptiness; hanging up cloths and pictures to remind myself of what could be.
But with every dark night there's a bright day. I have a goal now - early retirement. I would like to retire young enough to enjoy life with Elle. I know people feel the need to work so they'll feel fulfilled but not me. Life is pretty okay just doing nothing.
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| Baby monkey holding my birthday card. |
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| And this is how we look to drunk people... |
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