In a phrase to cut these lips

You Are A Tourist, Death Cab for Cutie

Reminders about Life:

1. As kindly reminded by my friends, we are a quarter through our internships. One day, one step at a time.

2. As kindly reminded by Facebook’s ever-intuitive news feed, the WKWSCI sophomores are embarking, as we did a year ago, on their exchange journeys. And I just want to grab them all, and tell them to live and travel and drink and laugh and cry and love and experience everything as fucking hard as they can every single second, because six months will pass in blazing technicolour, and it will be some of the best times of their lives. 

3. As kindly reminded by the Monday-Friday, 10am-6pm (plus overtime) work schedule, weekends are scant and precious. So I tell myself that sleep can wait and fill my two days worth of rest with time with the best people, and fill my pockets with as much faith and love as I can. And if I ration it correctly, I’ll survive another week.

4. As kindly reminded by the state of my languishing Tumblr, I really do want to write more often, and indulge in some non-work-related literature once in a while. Need to make time, and stop frittering my day away on trivialities like Bejeweled Blitz.

5. Lastly, and for this I quote Death Cab: If you feel just like a tourist in the city you were born, it’s time to go. And you find your destination, with so many different places to call home.

I miss feeling like I’m a part of something far greater than myself.