i’m right back to normal working life, getting there around 11 and leaving at 8. go through some stories, try to get pictures from a German agency who apparently only consists of one person. talking to michael hennessey about his cause (ironmanforkids.com). we ended up at the sunset bar with a friend of mine, talking about the new appartment we’re buying with astrid, what it means to us. he’s got two amazing little girls, he’s happy. and i guess i am slowly starting to understand that our view of happiness constantly changes. there’s no way to pursue happiness by setting out a path and then just trying to follow it. the dog? it’s waiting for me back home in our bed helping me to dream.
i believe.