SlowMo

I have lost all passion which is not desperation.

yeah, it's been a while. sorry for that. 9 weeks has rapidly turned into less than three. at the time of writing htis, I'm torn. does this come as a surprise? I've lived here for over nine months now, and I'm ready to go home. I feel like I've been sleeping on a friend's couch for so long, that he actually moved out and a new tenant moved in, but I'm still the couch guy. I came with the apartment. I've almost forgotten I have a home of my own. Now that I remember that I do have one, I'm trying to remember it as best I can, but I'm disturbed that my memories are fuzzy and dream-like. It IS my home. Why does it feel so strange and distant? Hav

countdown until I return home. I feel like I've lived in this silly dorm in China my whole life, so why do I have so many memories from other places? Ten short weeks and I'm home. Can't believe it. There's so much left to do... I'm wrestling my slow computer (it isn't his fault) into helping edit some photos for your viewing pleasure. These are all with my shiny new camera. I still don't know how I feel about it. I'd love feedback of all kinds. I'm wrestling my notebook into creating some new scraps for your reading pleasure. These are, uh, all with my shiny new pen. I still don't know how I feel about it. I'd love feedback of all kinds.