3:00am. Oh, boy. I know how this is going to go.

I am still up, listening to the loud chatter of birds that happens right before daybreak.

Are my expectations unrealistic? Have I been tricked by culture? What is my role in this?

Low and thick fog. Makes me want to go back to sleep.

“The goal today is to have no expectations.”

Oatmilk steamer and a green juice and a crustless quiche. The line at The Station is short today.

Remember when this would have been something I only did on vacation? I live where other people want to vacation.

We all have this one thing in common.

The only way I’ll see her is if I go there.

But at least we accomplished something.