Reorganizing.

I don't really like pizza all that much, but whenever my parents tell me they've ordered it for dinner, I invariably and inexplicably find myself filled with joy.

I know why, too. I remember. I remember when I used to come home from skiing, utterly exhausted, and I'd strip off my sweats and curl up on the couch in the livingroom that only I seem to find comfortable enough to sleep on (because I spent so many years of my life stretched out on it reading) with the radio on, waiting.

I have realised that I really don't need to worry about the future at all. As long as I am a free spirit, nothing will touch me.

Travel light.