I started with a bang and a whoop whoop, like always when I start something new. I always have to remind myself that it’s more like a marathon rather than a sprint and I should pace myself in the beginning.
That being said, I jumped out of bed when the first of three alarms went of. Poured my coffee as I remembered to get it ready last night, packed and made my train with 5 minutes to spare.
What I don’t get is how I manage to pack the same amount of stuff for a day as when I pack for a week…
The only damper on my parade is that I have to finish the coffee before the security check, damn i miss the old days sometimes.
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