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Seems like the 4-month blogging break made me fall off the wagon completely, I don't get the usual "must write about this" reaction, even though things have happened.
Firstly, we can finally move out, to a place where there's not gonna be any other people there. Which is nice, and also unimaginable to me right now. I've had all possible scenarios go through my head as to what good and what bad it will bring. I can never just wait and not speculate. Anyhow, just 2 more weeks, approximately. Then, no more restrictions to living. Or at least not as many.
I have also been sick with cold and done a small proofreading gig off the record with quite a good compensation (German-English translation).

My life's somehow constantly in a transition phase, or that's what it feels like. 'Once I get there and that, I'll be able to x'. Like now, I'm convinced that when I move and get in a somewhat more settled mode (which this form of living has not been, even despite lasting this long - 6 months which is about 5 months longer than planned), I'll start some healthy and useful routines. Like pilates. I have pilates instruction cards that I bought more than 4 years ago, and have been about to start doing pilates ever fucking since. Haven't really.

The list of things useful, bordering on compulsory, that I'm telling myself I'll start doing is long as hell, but what does it take to actually start? It requires seeing the goal clearly and believing it's worth the effort. Looks like I've gotten either lazy or nihilistic. At least I've stopped believing there's only one right way to go. There isn't. I've had ideas of "right ways" that never materialized, ergo not that much meant to be after all.

It's April and it's snowing like it's January. In past years this would've disappointed me sorely and made me grumpy, but I was told it would be like this, so I was prepared. Also, doesn't mean spring won't ever come. It will, and it will be better than in Northern Ireland.