So I got to be outside again at dawn, enjoying something to eat in a slightly cold morning.
Definitely the temperature and the cool breeze plus the clear sky instantly bring memories to me . I’ve felt this before. It’s like one of the many times I’ve been to the highlands at the very same time of the day.
Happy times. Like the year I left the U to go travelling around Peru.
Pursuing things in the “corporate” world has given me some financial ease. Some trips outside the country. A relaxed dress code for a long while. Some fun doing something I like. And one significant friend. But I realize now that I do not think as fondly of those years. Not that I’ve been unhappy but thinking of them does not ellicit the same feelings.
I’d say I was happier travelling and working during that single year than in all of the other ones.
As spontaneously as they come, perhaps those memories are relevant now as I am choosing, again, a “corporate” career; in fact I am already working in a “corporate” job, although with certain liberties -as being able to have blue hair or a labret- it is a corporate job nonetheless.
So all these memories and remembering things past stuff has some sense after all.
Gotta choose how I want to spend my following years: as that year or as the many I had later.
And still gotta figure out precisely, what made that year so enjoyable.
Come think about this, I used to have some friends and conversations with them that led to awareness of things present and past.
I guess being alone here makes myself my best close friend.
Bagels with cream cheese taste even better now.
In good company.