My boss said I'm different, and my co-worker, "you're like high, but in a serene way." I do feel serene, having molded into a routine of biking, cooking, working, reading, so much reading, but the very idea that I'm so different from say, a month ago, is maybe enough of a indicator that stability is far from me, and that's ok. I'm enjoying the seasons. I'm enjoying hearing the rustling of leaves, to have friends over to just read and not talk. I'm enjoying cooking so we don't have to drag our ass out into the cold. I'm enjoying good whiskey in the living room. I'm enjoying hopping out and be at a friend's place in 10 minutes, watching her draw in the Hutongs. It's quiet here. How nice that it is so quiet here.
A very close friend has left, and another will leave in two weeks. In a way, I'm reluctant to replace them. I'm no longer the girl who earnestly attend every function I get invited to, or indeed, seek out social gatherings. If I could, I'd rather stay home and read and draw all day.
Yes, a good state of mind, no?