It feels like the end of an era. But I guess all life-transitions are like that, huh? The difference is whether it was sudden or abrupt, volitional or unexpected. Yesterday, I started looking for a new job, and today I submitted a few more applications. I don’t know where any of them will lead, but that’s not the part that bothers me. I guess it never is. It’s always, “How long will it take for me to set my roots down again?”

I slept in, woke up later in the day, comfortably. It’s almost 4 PM and the Sun is still high and bright. I should go jogging to make myself feel better, go out and enjoy the breeze, well. Tomorrow is gonna be hot as hell. So if I wanna go bike I should do it now…

The apartment is a mess of Amazon packages, as usual, compounded by all the stuff I brought home from the office. End of an era. I want to hang my longboard but that’s not a priority right now. I guess for now, I should enjoy the state I’m in… The city, the green, the water. The architecture. Things are gonna be fine; they always are. Maybe I’m in a rush to do things, again…

I think I’ll go down and visit the Minneapolis Institute of Art some time. Not today, it’s a bit late and I have to clean; not tomorrow, I’m going on the Freedom From Pants Ride and I might want the whole day for myself. Saturday is stormy, so I’ll take the bus. I think that’s what I’ll do.