I lost count on the many things I have lost over the past weeks.
Weight surely isn’t one of them.
It’s still an ongoing process, getting used to my new home, new furniture (my own, yet all is so unfamiliar and new in eggshell white), new lakes and birds – cold hands on a new bike cut my commute time to 20 minutes so I am back on the sofa by latest five.
And it’s only three hundred miles further North.
It’s as if I suffer from a kind of amnesia that eradicated my future, instead of the past.
But then, how much choice was there left to me, in an environment where I wouldn’t “pretend”. Only fools play by the rules of fools.
Thus everything seems to have taken an unprecedented turn.
