Three months of days and ways

Since Halloween, it has been over 30 kg
and that seems bloody fantastic.

I keep working on German
and have even started teaching people
     who can now say hallo.

Things sound idyllic
but I still want to go away.

Is it crazy to want to give up staring at a computer screen for at least 40 hours a day, doing the same work all the time, yet a secure job, to want to struggle to find a job in another country?

Am I wrong?

I am lost or close to getting lost.

Terrified of being rejected before I apply to a program, and terrified to get accepted.

Maybe there is something wrong with me.

A Day of Being Human

Or life and death.

Overcast during an old friend's funeral. Less than half the class showed, but more than expected.
Two wakes.
Carpool with a great friend.
A baby shower.
Then a celebration of aforementioned friend's birth.

I've been up for 20 hours.
Too tired for tortured metaphors