hellogoodbye

Thursday night, my dad left for Switzerland. Cousin N is getting married next weekend. I haven't figured out why I'm not there. I mean, I have reasons (mostly logistic ones), but they're not all that great, to be perfectly honest. That same night, cousin K arrived from New Zealand for a short holiday, so I decided to tag along to the airport. I saw a grand total of four people wearing masks - people don't seem to mind they could catch the dreaded flu, huh. I guess if they did, there'd be less air travel but where's the fun in that.

I. Need. A. Holiday.

I'm quite tempted to just go. But we all know the chances of that happening are pretty close to nonexistent.

"There is a land called Passive Aggressiva, and I am their Queen."