It's been 8 years since my first, and only blog. What's weird is that I don't feel very different. Mentally. Sure, I'm married and have hair in more places than I used to, but not much apart from that. I still had to type 'weird' twice!
Things went to shit around the world in the last one year. It's like a new season of GOT. Everytime we look around, someone we love is dying. Literally.
Right now it's only about survival. And food. Fancy food. Not food to live, But food to enjoy.
Work is another thing that changed. Work used to mean cooking food, or dropping mom to the office or making xerox copies of certificates from the stationery on the main road.
Now work is more about what to tell my boss about why I'm not coming. It's not a drag, like I thought it would be. But it is definitely monotonous.
