the corner of shanghai street & mong kok road. just a few meters away from our entrance. from the other day, when the weather was rainy.
as I am typing this, it’s almost 3 o’clock in the morning. I am watching house of cards, the first season, to remind myself before I get started on the second season. I am feeling this incredible energy from the show. the boy and the bird are out in the living room, playing video games. through the dialogues, I can hear them laughing sometimes. I feel so good. in this space of ours, with friends coming over, laughing, drinking condensed milk with toast. I’ve been wanting this life for a long time. work makes sense now. everything makes sense a bit more. I feel better. the boy comes into our room every once a while, kisses me, checks in on me.
are you okay? do you want to hang out with us?
no, I am okay here, I am watching my show.
is it good?
yeah, it’s amazing. we’ll watch together again later.
okay, baby girl.
then he kisses me again and goes back into living room. it makes me feel adored. today we haven’t done much. I slept a lot. I completely collapsed. waking up to the boy every morning is beautiful. I listen to the street outside, the buses passing by every few minutes. it gets quite loud, especially at night. but none of this bothers me.
I wish I could say that nothing bothers me at the moment, but that would make it too easy and too perfect. I can, however, say that I am entirely content. which is something I haven’t been for a long time.