tired, frustrated, stressed, disappointed
I thought a lot about the last few years. Things we did. Things we didn’t. Ups and downs. I like to think that there were a lot more ups than downs. If not, I will keep pretending so. I have to.
But the downs and the things we didn’t do remain. The things I didn’t want to.
I tried to write up some reasoning for this or that. What I think kept me busy years ago. What challenges I take or evade. And why I do so. Or why I would like to believe I do.
I keep writing this in my head for a few weeks now. And rewriting it over and over again. Slowly, I think, I start to understand. It settles in.
I’m an idiot.
This is how my brain works. Sort of.
I’m going to check a possible apartment for me tonight. I reckon it might be quite perfect. My brain will then go on a spree to find every possible and impossible reason I might not want to live there. It will be fun.
Had a good day with the family and Detektiv Dachs in Solothurn. – Ok, I can’t walk anymore.
Wish, the evening would have been better.
Searching would be a lot easier, if I knew what I am looking for.