20: The reprisal of weeknotes

March 30, 2023


I know, I know, I haven't written a weeknote in a while. I'm going to fall back on the age-old excuse: that I didn't have the energy or the time. Indeed, I still don't. But I realise that means weeks are going by, undocumented apart from the journal entry I dash off on Sunday mornings. So I'm going to put down a few updates, and see where things go.

I bought a house

Yep, an honest-to-God apartment of my own. I started the process way back in November, which is when I had my first showing. A bunch of factors drew me to this one: the sunlight, the space (two bedrooms and a spacious balcony), the property (a gym and a sweet little swimming pool that I will never use). It's close enough to home that I can head there when I'm homesick or needed, but far enough that it gives me the sense of independence I've been craving. That's about all the house-related updates I can muster at the moment — not because there aren't many, but because there is too much to say.

I'm reading a couple of books together

In fiction, I'm currently reading A Day of Fallen Night by Samantha Shannon. It's not as immediately gripping as The Priory of the Orange Tree, but I'm giving it a shot anyway. I also read Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin and I loved it so much it's nabbed a permanent spot on my favourites list. In non-fiction, I've been reading Stanford d.school's guide to Navigating Ambiguity. Notes forthcoming, methinks.

I've been sending postcards

I'd taken a break from it for a while (time and energy yada yada) but I recently went to Blossoms and bought a whole bunch of postcards to send out. The latest batch is still sitting forlorn in my drawer, and I hope I get some time this weekend to post them.

I'm still working

It's a tough economy out there right now, so I'm trying to hunker down and work and generally not be perceived much. My annual "what do I want from my career?" existential crisis is sneaking up on me.

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