Deja Vous
Hold on a minute. This is starting to feel suspiciously similar to the first couple of weeks I spent in the US:
Let's see:
- Jetlag
- Disorientation
- Doubt
- No home
- No car
- No cutting clue what's happening next
- The crazy smile that tries to say "I'm fine!" but ends up saying "take me to the closest sanitarium"
Only difference is that instead of trying to let go I'm now trying to put down roots and really I don't know who's idea that was.
Not loving it today. Can I please cancel my reality check doctor?
"And what does it live on?"
"Weak tea with cream in it."
A new difficulty came into Alice's head,
"Supposing it couldn't find any?" she suggested.
"Then it would die, ofcourse."
"But that must happen very often," Alice remarked thoughtfully.
"It always happens," said the Gnat.
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