I want to watch Fences, with the spiciest mala that ever caused gastritis. 

I want to book a room like the one in Jeju, overlooking the sea, and sit on the balcony listening to the waves and falling asleep. I'd want to spend at least a few days doing that. 

I want to go on long walks again, muttering to myself occasionally like a crazy person. Saying the words lets me hear them and that, I don't know, helps me understand something a different way than just thinking it.

I want to keep serving, but fewer hours please. Sometimes I am so tired. 

I want a cat that will cuddle with me. Or an old dog. Nothing with too much crazy energy. 

I miss the sense of connection, knowing you are blood of my blood, and bone of my bone. 

Just need a bit of respite. It's all a bit too much.