I am so plotless.
Wait, let me explain.
I have a flight to Mombasa tomorrow and I don’t have my passport. It’s with the British embassy.
(Such a first world problem because I can probably travel with my ID/Old passport – except the details we put in are of my new passport, so help me god!)
I know I am just worrying without reason.
I know it is going to be fine.
I am writing on here because I am bored. And I’ve been told I need different coping mechanisms for when I am bored (achievements?).
So why am I going to Mombasa?
My aunt’s friend has a wedding, and I tagged along last minute with my cousins.
Because I don’t want to be by myself (anywhere but here).
What’s new with me? (A fair amount)
Why does it matter? (Because I am human?)
Who reads this? (As long as you write, someone will read)
Are you still reading? (Please say yes.)
Maybe I’ll write about Mombasa.
I am really really really bored. And lately I’ve been struggling to see ahead. I know I’ll make it in the far-fetched sense of making it. But I am not sure if I will make it or just bear it (is that the right bear?)
I spoke on the phone twice today and messaged people and replied to comments on (the gram) and sat outside with my aunt’s friend to have a full conversation on how much I don’t like the new job. (communication?)
(With this blog post you’d think all I do is complain.)
I went to the temple I did as a kid and I went for coffee with my younger sister and I made her laugh like the old days. (enjoyment?)
I had three mugs of coffee today (one was decaf).
I’ll update you (readers, do you exist?) from Mombasa.
I am bored and I will find something else to do now.