Circumstances conspired to bring me home – lack of money, inflexible air fares, swine flu (just kidding). I was reluctant to come back, but so far the transition has been relatively smooth. Although – it has to be said – I'm nearly 28, single, with a postgraduate education and I'm working in a bar. It's as if the last five years of life and love disappeared into some rift in the time-space continuum.
But now it's all new beginnings, fresh starts, clean slates. Rebuilding from the ground up. Learning life's harsh lessons. Drinking too much.
My energies will now be focused here and there.
Until the next tRip...
viva zapata.
