It was like one of those old American movies where somebody got a communication and they had to travel to a house in distant and long forgotten state.
I arrived. And, just like in the films, there were cobwebs on top of cobwebs and the dust sheets.
But, underneath it all, it was just how it had been the last time I visited.
Things have changed a lot for me, so it was comforting to come here. Some years ago, I left my dream job in Environmental Services to take a brief secondment and entered the weird world of local taxation.
The transition became permanent. I wish I could go back. But I don't remember anything.
It's like the drive partition is full and the stuff I want to download won't fit unless I delete some other stuff.
Everything seems like a struggle. I start one job, and it creates another.
I thought I had nothing left to say here. And then two things happened: a communication, and a broken peg.
And here I am, in a distant state.
