There’s no other description to the feeling than loss. Not for anything important but more of a loss of direction. I’m done with the translation — just in time but still  feel a bit bad about how close it was — and I’ve eaten the icecream and wanted the pancakes (curse you, Anthony Bourdain!). There’s nothing much to do right now. Both pancakeless and penless. I want to go, the bus won’t leave until Wednesday so all I can do is to sit here. Doing nothing, both bored and too picky to do something.

Can’t wait to be there.