Picture this: You have a summer, in a foreign country, you don't have to work, you get paid a bonus, you are in love, and you are only a ten minute drive from the sea. Sounds perfect, right?
Truth, I'm bored. I miss a routine. Yes, I am in between contracts, or jobs, or contracts (yeah, I still don't know which yet) And I have the entire summer to relax how I want. My wanderlust self could travel Europe, or spend everyday in a new Italian location, but I have come to travel tiredness syndrome and I just want to be still. I miss working. Waking up early. Exercising. Seeing familiar faces everyday.
I need to structure my empty days around a schedule of being better, not only cooking meals. I need some running. Some yoga. Some reading. Some studying. Some friends. Something to stop being bored other than going through TV series. (Yes everyone, I am complaining about doing nothing.) How could I possibly do nothing while living abroad. In one of the most beautiful countries in the world. How? Como?
But I think when you begin to loose the exotic, when you begin to feel normal...anywhere, you can get bored. And being bored is the first sign you are at home. Home. Casa.
So as I stay home, I will set my alarm early and put away the computer. Tomorrow is Monday after all.
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