The heat from the morning sun on the rooftop deck started to make me sweat. My second bowl of cereal doesn’t taste as good as the first one. Too dry. But it doesn’t matter. I wasn’t really hungry anyway. The weak ventilation system in the hostel room forced me to get up early and leave the room. I always have this issue with air-conditioned rooms. I don’t really like them. But that’s cool. I love the rooftop. I love the strangers there.
There’s a new found joy in me during the short trip. Drawing buildings and surroundings seems to be very relaxing and satisfying. The top view of Arab Street from the 5th floor of a backpacker place, the old shophouses across the Lebanese pizza place we had dinner at, another old buildings across a small cafe where we had our morning coffee, and the big airport building from our departure hall. I captured them all in my little sketchbook that I carried around.
Having the chance to open myself up to this kind of new experience is something I’m grateful for. I was never good at giving myself a break. Keeping myself busy is always the priority, but I guess I’ve decided to keep it slow this year. I want to see what’s out there, and experience them before it is too late.
I want to do more of this. I NEED to do more of this.