Routines

Falling into a new one


Mondays to Friday mornings are a constant struggle to get out of bed that only gets harder towards the end of the week. The evenings and nights are yet another struggle to keep my eyes open and head clear, before the mix of reluctance and euphoria that I get when I leave the office. I meet other non-office humans 2-3 times a week, then when Saturday rolls around, I try to do something interesting. Enter museum-visiting, lunches with non-office humans, endless chaos as I get lost/bump around into things/drop everything/spend all my money. Then dinners at my grandmas where even more chaos ensues as we all fight over food and laugh and argue about dumb things. Lazy Sundays are great too. There's nothing like sleeping in and lying around in bed for the entire day doing things a normal teenager does - Instagram, Facebook, photo editing, figuring out life plans and whatnot. Throw in a 20 min driving session as I attempt to drive my dad's incredibly fat car, while he sits next to me making plans to exclude me from any inheritance of any sort. The day ends with a casual dinner at a nearby coffee shop, and then the entire routine starts.

Again.


It's got me missing my Barcelona routine regardless of how unproductive it was. Missing the fabulous weather, the freedom I had, my daily dosage of pasta+garlic+chicken+spinach+red wine which was the one of the few edible things I could cook and the knowledge that I had all the time in the world to keep exploring.