Nostalgia strikes

This apartment is so close to the school(s) that I heard all the words to the songs they played for their sports' day today. Faithless have been around for at least 15 years! 

Come to think of it, my last sports' day was almost that long ago too. We concerned ourselves with things that were far too trivial back then, though they were of paramount importance at the time. 

Doubtless, with the benefit of 100% hindsight, I'll look back at this period and chide myself from concerning myself with trivialities such as a pasta sauce that was more orange than red.

Never-ending story

Am currently in week 3 of a 4-week staycation and it feels like the days have melted together. I'm not even sure when exactly my holiday began anymore.

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.