Staying in an apartment is still a surreal experience for me. I'm in a building, but I'm also above ground level. I walk around this fifth-floor unit and the idea that everything might just fall over and I will die is the farthest thing from my mind right now.
Well, now I'm thinking about it a little. That and what dead silence will sound like when I'm back home. There's a kampung right next to the apartment block (it was here long before the apartments, obviously), and the insomniac inhabitants' main mode of transport is noisy scooters.
It's a working staycation though, so my brain hasn't turned completely to mush, though that can't be very far ahead in the future.
(I've been eating a lot of pasta.)
I don't know when the novelty of just doing what I usually do, but in a different location, will wear off. I don't think I want it to.
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