The weather switched about twenty times an hour as if the sky was made of holographic glitter in the hand of an epileptic. So did my body and mind.
Since there was nothing, demanding my presence, I decided to leave this moloch again for a few days. Of course this decision immediately led to a packing dilemma (which I always encounter when I leave the flat for more than 24 hours). To further increase the stress level before departure, I missed the post delivery guy and had to travel to the end of the f** commuter belt to pick up the parcel. Meanwhile, the street got blocked off. When I returned I had to pave my way through police and fire brigade cars, since apparently the neighbor's house caught fire. After that I witnessed an old lady using her handbag in self defense, a long-time neighbor moving out and my dog lifting his leg for the first time.
Since there was nothing, demanding my presence, I decided to leave this moloch again for a few days. Of course this decision immediately led to a packing dilemma (which I always encounter when I leave the flat for more than 24 hours). To further increase the stress level before departure, I missed the post delivery guy and had to travel to the end of the f** commuter belt to pick up the parcel. Meanwhile, the street got blocked off. When I returned I had to pave my way through police and fire brigade cars, since apparently the neighbor's house caught fire. After that I witnessed an old lady using her handbag in self defense, a long-time neighbor moving out and my dog lifting his leg for the first time.
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