I was blessed with the liberty to "Press, Pause, and Hold It There" when 35 days were spent China bound. It was only then, 2000 miles away, when I undoubtedly realised how the ebb and flow of life back here never really possessed full control of the current. The unforgiving rush hours, the perpetual hunger for a 'greater something', and the penchant for acquiring the best material/intangible thing (be it that 4.0 GPA or a seat on the jam packed bus) suddenly appeared more appalling than before. Was that freshly gained perspective? Fresh is always good and change is even better (note: my snipped hair).
It it the closure of the month of April and I am rejuvenated with a wanderlust stronger than ever.
& after what it appeared to be a prolonged time lapse, I am now reunited (not to mention reaffixed) with fur. I won't lie about hitting the sack and waking up each day wishing for this place to be blessed with an arctic climate. Until then, my hope for some frosty goodness continues to run high.