Why Am I Enjoying Myself?

9pm and it's a beautiful shade of twilight out there. I'm sipping beer and surfing the net. It's just me: my two neighbors are away on business trips. But somehow I'm enjoying a little this rare private time. Cooking for myself and being happy with the results (trust me, the ham choy chicken IS good!), then chilling...just chilling.

I guess maybe I should be more direct about what I write here: I'm enjoying myself. Yes, work may be lacking in direction, but I'm planning to talk with the boss tomorrow (if she isn't too busy as usual), where I'll tell her I'm thinking of taking things in a new direction. Kinda like the last 3 times I said wanted to take things in another direction, except this time I'm pretty convinced it's the right direction. Same same but different, you know?

But yeah, I'm enjoying myself. The grass is slowly turning green; spring's here, and I'm actually digging this whole late sunset thing.

Another sip of beer.

It's so nice having a cozy apartment like this downtown. And what I love about it is that I can ask people over for dinner, or maybe even get friends to stay over for a couple of nights over the weekend. That is if you can make it of course :)

I don't have to feel embarrassed about showing my apartment to people. This one's clean and comes with all the creature comforts. Just don't make any surprise visits lest you see the messy coffee table and vacuum cleaner in the corner.

But I really, really am starting to love this place. And part of me suddenly tells me 5 months is all too soon. I'm starting to wish I could stay longer.