I was an Easter orphan - my flatmates were both away for the entire long weekend. I did Spring cleaning of the entire apartment, worked Saturday night, had an Easter pizza with Cri, went out every night, got home every morning around 6am, came the the realization that I am so goddamn bored.
The ginger even bores me.
I hate having this feeling that I constantly need something more. Something to keep me busy, to occupy my thoughts, to force me to wake up in the mornings with a reason to not just sit on my ass all day at work. I know this is normal for so many people, but sometimes I just feel like I'm losing my mind.
I'm also being laid off at the end of the summer. Oh, thank you, financial crisis.
I have three options:
1. Move to Dubai with the folks
2. Stick it out here, eventually go back to school, etc
3. Go home.
I'm not going home. I have no home. And even if I do, Montreal definitely is not it anymore.
The ginger even bores me.
I hate having this feeling that I constantly need something more. Something to keep me busy, to occupy my thoughts, to force me to wake up in the mornings with a reason to not just sit on my ass all day at work. I know this is normal for so many people, but sometimes I just feel like I'm losing my mind.
I'm also being laid off at the end of the summer. Oh, thank you, financial crisis.
I have three options:
1. Move to Dubai with the folks
2. Stick it out here, eventually go back to school, etc
3. Go home.
I'm not going home. I have no home. And even if I do, Montreal definitely is not it anymore.
*Gabry's super green Pesto pasta - the ultimate 6am snack.
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