my stint at california fitness is officially over.
a part of me is glad to be able to have my evenings and nights back
but theres also this nagging voice and nostalgic attachment in me that knows i am going to miss those times
standing behind the counter
the whirring blender in the background
lousy techno on repeat mode
the fresh scent of oranges on my finger tips.
importantly, thoes familiar faces that come by regurlarly in the evenings
who spice up my time with light hearted conversations
and with laughter make the grueling hours fly by with that much ease