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Got our first paycheque. So happy. Sent HHZ the money immediately. Found out the mutual account I designated had some error. Need to go to the bank again.

‘We should celebrate.’ He said. ‘We are having net profit!’

‘Yes.’ I replied. I checked out the place in the morning, now working in a restaurant.

‘Take a break.’ He said.

‘I’m not ready for Sunday yet.’ I said.

I can’t wait to go home. I need sun. Real fruit. My mum’s giggle and Stem Cell’s warm little body rolling all over my lap.

London ends with me dozing off on Elizabeth line, got to the airport, found whoever dumbass that is, been using root disk, and I need them to used data disk instead of root disk.

Thought about the hype of travelling and living in a few places throughout the year. It’s so overrated. I’ve been doing this for over a decade (except 2024) now I’m tired af and my gut is confused which time zone I’m in , I don’t like odd poop time and my gut changing its mind all the time