With every return to Bucharest

There's a slight burst in my blogging activity. With time, it dies out. Not sure what brings it out in me, I'd reckon it's change, but on a similar pattern, time and again. The need to (b)log keeps things going, at least until they're back to a 'normal' scenario. Well, it's three months this time around, and I think I'm only starting to adjust now. Or maybe adjusting is simply overrated.