The Ghosts In The Attic, They Never Quite Leave

I've been away for the past few days, down south and even further to visit a neighbouring country, and the amount of pictures I have... whew. I've got SLR shots, lofi iTouch pictures, and film photos (which have yet to be developed). I'll try not to spam, but I want to give this particular trip a few posts at least and not cram everything into one.

It's been wonderful, even though I'm dead beat now (and this is after some nine hours of sleep! Perhaps I really am a ruddy homebody. Pardon the language). There were times to reflect, and think, and write, and other times to walk my feet off... which I surprisingly minded less than was expected. But giving time to an introvert is so dangerous, isn't it? They'll start thinking and reasoning and frowning and musing about life.

To say the least, I've come to terms with some things, and I've found some more things that I need to come to terms with. No hurry though - after all, as long as I live I flourish. I don't need to force what can come naturally. In fact, if anything, there's no need to think about it at all.

Just live. Just live.