Back From The Expedition

I've lost my earring again!

There is something about me and jewellery: they must really hate me because they seem to spend every moment they can plotting to run away from me, and when I find ways to keep them on me, they revolt by giving me rashes. Unfortunately I love them. This is one of those relationships that you know will come to no good end.

This time it was my topaz earrings I bought for Christmas. True it wasn't very expensive, but it was still blue and happy and shiny...
...Alright, I'm bordering on sounding like a crow now.

Well, there was the good and the bad with the expedition. The good thing is I was very at home there. So at home I almost settled down with a dog and three kids. To my parents' relief I decided against it since I didn't have money for the dog.
I also did manual labour. And laughed a lot. And I had lots of nature, which made me feel absurdly hummy-hum kind of happy. Of course there were moments of frustration but flip-flop it was a minority slice of the major pie. "Think open, think open," as Lavinia once wrote in my script.

Today itself is a grey day awash with lambasts from my dad (who's been picking on me again) and groans of lingering sadness from the wind, whipping the curtains about. Sometimes I feel like I could take off and fly into the wind, but I remain, as ever, firmly rooted by my mortal responsibilities.