The past week has been…well…interesting. That doesn’t mean good or bad necessarily. I’ve just
been emotional. Stressed because all the work is piling up. I just took a
Jewish History midterm that literally knocked the wind out of me. And now I
just want to play in the sun.
The fact that there is any sun at all is a miracle in
itself. Komal and I are sitting on towels outside the dorm, soaking up the rays
in an attempt to rid ourselves of Seasonal Affective Disorder. I’m perturbed by
the fact that my idea of an “adventure” these days is sitting outside. In a
field pervaded by dog shit, no less. Twenty feet from our front door. But I can’t
complain. I just saw a dog that looks an awful lot like my Smokey, so I’m a
happy girl.
In fact, sitting outside and writing is just what I need
right now. Recently I’ve been very anxious, confused and disappointed. It seems
that we are in a bit of a rut here, and we’ve gotten complacent with the
experience, and I am just as responsible as anyone. The cold weather had really
demoralized us, making difficult to want to
go have adventures outside, freezing our American tushies off.
But things shall change soon! Half the problem is
acknowledging that you have one, and we are ready to grab Prague by the balls.
Granted, most of the things I want to do are bars and parks, but that hardly
seems to be a problem. I want to go on long walks outside, enjoy the day and
take lots of pictures, drink beer in peculiar little bars and come back at 4am
with stories totally inappropriate for the grandkids.
It’s going to be tragic. Can’t wait!
