The last night they're here with me. I cant sleep. Just breathing the quiet atmosphere in which they're appearing.

I'm thinking of buying a new pair of Vagabond shoes, just because of its name.

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When I'm trying to look at the bright side of this, it's likely a chance to live freely, as I always dream. I'll have time to practice yoga, study language, write something, play guitar, etc.

But, it's just physical, not mental.

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Recently I feel like I just live to wait. Wait for the documents. Wait for the proceed. Wait for the decision (from other). Wait for the Amazon's packages. And so on.

I dont know it's the status of living without thinking or it's just too much thought.