It’s the rainy season again, and so close to the holidays. Slow drives on the road alone gives me the space to indulge in the nostalgia that this season brings. The pretty things in the stores ignites the desires of gifting. It’s my favorite time of the year. This might well be my last Christmas in this city for a few years, and I’m missing it already.
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Work has been taking up a lot of my time. There are people who bemoan that they are busy, but secretly love the sense of importance that comes with it. I hate to admit that I’m busy, and am ashamed to be living the hypocritical life. I say relationships are important to me- but yet I spend most of my time doing work that I believe deep in my bones has no eternal value.
Most of my week nights, I have dinner, go into my room and work on the computer or talk on the phone till it’s bed time. My family’s just in the next room and my husband’s on the same bed- but yet my focus and attention is on people more than half the globe away. People whom I enjoy working with, but people who matter much less than those whom I have with me. Irony.
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