The rain here is different — not the dramatic monsoon kind, but a fine, persistent mist that locals don't seem to register. I've stopped carrying an umbrella. This feels like progress.
Most Saturdays end at a library or a bookshop. Last weekend it was the Long Room at Trinity, which is what I imagine the inside of a cathedral would feel like if cathedrals were about books. I stood there longer than the ticket price justified.
The job search continues in the background — coffee chats, applications, the occasional take-home. Somewhere between the interviews I've started building this site properly, which is either productive procrastination or exactly the portfolio work I kept postponing. Both, probably.
Small wins this month: found a flat white I'd defend in an argument, joined a five-a-side game, and finally stopped converting euros to rupees in my head at the supermarket. Home is partly a decision. I'm deciding.