I never saw that little doggie again unfortunately, though it doesn't stop me for looking out for him every time I pass that way. A lot of things have happened in between the last post and this one - I found a lovely lovely apartment, I've attended 4 Music Matters, have had my mum and a good friend here, travelled down to Hangzhou, gone for an obscene number of massages, spent way too much money, and survived Summer Course.

Perhaps I should just admit to myself I'm way too lazy to maintain a regular blog. And yet, the fact that I once did post regularly nags at me like an itch that you can't scratch and that'll never go away. I've invested too much time, energy and effort in the past to just throw it all away. Perhaps it's like love - all heady and overflowing with enthusiasm at the beginning but which mellows and gradually simmers down as time flows on, and even after it's gone, still hovers in the air like the memory of summer, like the echo of laughter. Perhaps; probably.

And perhaps, possibly, I'll pick it up again, that the urge to write will seize me once more and whirl me away in a storm of passion. Perhaps, possibly, I'll actually have things worth writing about - not the sometimes-calculated aesthetically pleasing prose I admit I fall prey to, but truth.

I suppose I should say something about teaching, since I did move hundreds of miles north to do just that. But perhaps there's nothing to say because things are good. Because life IS good that there's no need to gloat. Because I'm satisfied and content that I feel no urge to proclaim it to the world. I wouldn't say I've found my calling because I honestly haven't yet, but I can say this - teaching is rewarding and I'm working with children whom I love. Getting into work at 9am on Saturdays and Sundays isn't my ideal situation only because I'm not a morning person, but I've yet to come across a day I really, truly, whole-heartedly dread going in to work.

There have been times during the two month madness that was Summer Course when, mentally and physically exhuasted, I've had to drag myself out of bed, but the fact that I've got wonderful colleagues who genuinely care about each other and kids I look foward to seeing really helps.

So I guess I can genuinely, honestly say: I'm happy :)