Just yesterday while I was out on a run, I was wrapping my head around the idea that I've finally managed to create a new routine after the move. A few hours later, I received a call that led me to run around Parañaque and Makati (from Cubao), chasing a piece of paper that holds the answer to a big question.
That new routine? It's all going down in flames. And I couldn't be happier about it.
I'm moving to Australia.