it's nice to be home, though i'm tired and sluggish. this is typical of days involving flights, shit food, too much coffee, and not enough sleep. i should have a bath. i should read. i must map out my week.
i almost deleted the last post because today, like all days, i feel different to yesterday. and this is good reason not to delete. i need to remind myself that i'm inconsistent.
emotions sprawled themselves over my last few days. was probably quite necessary. being away from home is usually when this happens. not that home is without emotion, but home is where i'm more grounded - there's my bed, my books, my things and me. enough familiar material to grasp onto and lever myself from moment to moment.
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