Time Difference

I’m looking to book this one hostel that isn’t in the area that I want to be in, but is close. I was talking to my mom about it and said that it was a 30-minute walk away.

“That’s a long time!” she responded.
“Yeah, but it will help me get to know the city. And besides, it’s not like I will have anything else to do.”

What a novel idea. My life these past few months, since September, has been so scheduled.

Wake up.
Go to work (job #1).
Come home.
Take a nap.
Go to work (job #2/3).
Go to work (job #4).
Come home.
Go to sleep.
Wake up…

The idea that I will just have time–for a little while at least–is so deliciously indulgent I almost don’t know what to do with myself.

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About J.

A former twentysomething with a head full of curls and heart full of questions wondering: when we get to nirvana, will there be food?
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