In the soft evening twilight, I reach out for the freshly-boiled kettle and pour myself a mug of lady grey tea. After the Longest-Journey-Ever, there is not much more comforting than a nice cup of tea. I left hotel havoc on wednesday morning at 7:45am and walked into my house in cork at 9:30pm thursday evening. blink blink. where did those two days of my life dissapear to?? there is something very disconcerting about 8 hours of my life dissapearing into the cross-atlantic time void. but all things considered, I feel great.

I switch on the immersion, put a pot of pasta on to boil. shuffle through the mail, greet the houseplants, marvel at the clean house (thanks tom, you’re the best!), make a list of groceries and chores for tomorrow. The house is quiet and I pat around in my sock feet like a cat. I pull a clean towel out of the cupboard and smell the smell of my house. It is getting dark outside.

I shower, put on pyjamas. I surf for a little while, but I’m not used to it and I start to get very sleepy. that’s probably a good thing. I will write about my holiday tomorrow, maybe right after I mow the lawn.

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