Update. The fucking size of it
Had a decent time in Malta, five days went by. I'm glad I'm documenting it now, because in years to go from now, I won't remember if I don't do this. So—great time ahead.
Sorry, it was a great time behind. Wonky speech for me walking home, but I'm not gonna edit it. I'm gonna just put it as is in the blog.
Yeah—some hiking, some old town, some Valletta, some whatever, some stuff, some heat, some burning, some skin peeling, you know.
Another thing is—I met PaulÄ—’s parents. Well, her mom and her brother. That was cool.
The next weekend was a nice time. Basic. Nice village to go to. Simple food. Chill. Nice walk in the forest. Job done. It’s taken five years to do that, but it’s done. I feel good about it. Warm people. I will go back there for Easter. That’s about the size of it.
And then the weekend after—I was in, oh my god, how to say, I was at home in the UK. Took four days. Went to watch the football with my uncle. Saw my sister and the twins. Saw my grandma. Took my mum out for brunch—British breakfast, fried bacon and eggs and stuff. Mother’s Day. Just fact after fact after fact.
I’m drained of energy. Work’s going well. I’m getting better at it. And now PaulÄ— is coming home. She’s just had an operation.
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