It’s strange to see my things from Shanghai settled in my new space in Paris. There is always time to adjust, says the voice in my head. The sky lightens only at 8:30am. I keep my hands over the radiator to keep them warm, but they are never warm enough. It’s the end of the holidays, and the start of a new year. I feel like I’m just waiting for life to begin instead of doing kickstarting it into gear. Still. I think it’s worth dropping a word or two here, or a picture when I don’t feel like writing, more often that I have done in the past, just so I can say I can still surprise myself.