a The Transit Lounge: One Day at a Time

Back in the Day: I had a quarter life crisis, headed to Osaka, Japan for the unknown–only to discover that a passport plane ride are not necessarily a ticket to escape. Some Years Later: Settled back in Oz, the man of my dreams ended up in Tokyo for work–which is how a passport and plane ride showed me home is where the heart is. And Now: Well as luck would have it, we are about to embark on Japan Mark 3, with a baby in tow and another on the way...

Wednesday, February 22

One Day at a Time

So I hung out with DIO15 last night at home. The neighbours came around and the flatmate was home and a jovial - albeit drunken - time was had.

Hadn't seen him in nearly 2 weeks. But that was cool, had a great time, all was dandy. Anyway, this I can handle and am happy to go along with just to see him here and there. I don't know what he feels about that, I don't think it bothers him so much either. I am sure if it did, he would tell me. He is that kind of person.


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