So this is how it feels being a bum again. It was a while since I last had the liberty of snuggling under my covers, with no worries what time I have to get up the following day. It was a while since I last watched cartoons ’til the wee hours of the morning. It was a while since I last glued my eyes to the computer for hours, doing nothing but surf, chat, surf and chat. Ahh, yes. I actually forgot how this felt.
In some ways, I’m loving the whole bumming around. I’ve finally caught up on my sleep. I can finally do whatever I want, without having to worry if I have any due plates. I literally have the freedom now. I’m loving it, but at the same time, I’m not. Why? Because I get intensely bored. I’ve been so used to having a lot of things to do, that staying at home and doing nothing has become foreign to me. I’m not used to it anymore. I always find a certain urge to go out. To keeping myself preoccupied.
I’ve been trying to do a number of things just to keep me from boring myself. I’ve been reading dozens of books. I’ve been going out on weekends with friends. I’ve been giving myself some time alone, heading out to the mall or reading quietly in coffee shops. I’ve been babysitting my cousin. I’ve been cleaning around in the house…. I’ve even gotten myself taking boxing classes now. Seriously, I’d do anything to save me from having to spend my entire day in bed or walking around the house in my nightgown. 8-}
I think all I need is a vacation away from the city. To get away from everything. Hopefully I can get that this weekend. *crosses fingers*