already the 23rd, and I am sitting in a café, my almost favorite occupation, starting slowly to emerge from my summer-nation, a similar to hibernation state.
I found time to sleep, eat, watch favorite movies and see my friends and family; look around and observe the flight of the insects, wonder about the mood of my cat.
In other words, extremely productive occupations.
No, I haven’t been by the seaside still. My parent’s home is close to the mountains, in South of France, although not far from the sea, you need to go by car.
And the furthest I have been is a few kilometers away.
In a kind of lazy mood, you see.
After sending dozens of job applications in places that seemed appealing and others that didn’t, and after putting together extravagant projects, I am to look for funding for, I decided to look further into places I really want to go, and see how I can get there.
What do I mean by extravagant projects?
The kind of projects that don’t seem close to anything I see and demand a huge funding to become a reality.
Should I give up in dreaming?
Or look for other crazy dreamers around?
I somehow favor the second option.