Time just flies, doesn't it? I suppose being busy is the bestest gift anybody can be given, by some divine power. I have certainly been lucky in this aspect recently. I came back to New Zealand, which is still the nicest country in the world - the more I travel, the more I get reassured so. I am trying to get back into the routine, yoga three times a week, followed by sushi and a half-shot flat white, then lazy weekends, then movie nights more than twice a week - I know I live a life of a Bambi deer, yet I like it. Job hunting (never finding!) is another routine, so I am back to monitoring those websites from the most visited bookmarks. Of course at times I have no reason to get out of the bed in the mornings, yet I always do, which I am somewhat proud of. I am also back to purposeless drives, short coffees with busy friends who cannot share the luxury of being unemployed and endless window shopping. Now you know how I live :) Oh well. It is good to back.