Waves

One wave goes and another wave comes crashing through... May- June was a short but blissful dream, filled with friends, unfamiliarity, and dreams of what could be. The punchline came in strong, reminding me I really need to fly - away from the family. 

End june found me a new hobby, and a great new appreciation for the Deep Blue. Calligraphy classes continue as contemplation of my floorball 'future' swung like a pendulum. 

The router and contract termination saga took a while to settle, alongside a basket of patience, time, and effort not to lose my temper with my mum. 

Weddings galore and a strong USD with school fees due meant more money out my pocket this month of 8. 

Changes in the team and roles undertaken mean new challenges and longer working days. Add training and unplanned absences on top of that and I am just getting bugged every three minutes - literally. 

News of the unforgotten brother resurfaced recently, coupled with news of more money needed to fund a one-track mind. No wonder the money plant out front could never thrive. No time for itself, and the weather alternates sunny and gray too often, too extreme. 

Sometimes even waves come crashing into itself just too soon and too violently - I felt the moisture and several droplets crashing out of me, drenching a tiny corner of my pillow.