flights

I suppose I’m home. I’m in my apartment (I won’t call it a “flat” now) in San Francisco, which is considerably more comfortable than my place in Singapore – except I don’t have housekeeping service or in-apartment laundry anymore.

Jet lag is a killer coming this direction for some reason. Last time I flew from Singapore to San Francisco, it took my body two full weeks to feel like it was fully in the right time zone. Going the other way, the adjustment is effortless. I’m ready to go as soon as I hit the ground.

I’ve been back a week, and I’m falling asleep every time I stop moving. For some reason, 4pm and 10pm are my worst times.

Anyway, I haven’t been writing much since my return, and it’s mainly because I just want to sleep all the time.