I have been struck down with Monday malaise. It started last night with that Sunday-back-to-school-tomorrow feeling. Dread. Enough with the rain! I need to start running again, eating more veges. I am taking leave in a few weeks but it feels so. far. away. Days like this make me feel trapped and pissy. I want to make proper leave plans. Involving a departure lounge, Science Guy and a couple of one way tickets.
My gypsy roots always get to me on days like this. That feeling that there is more to it than this. Even now, on the brink of 35; even though I love this city, love living in NZ. My life is great. I am happy. But not content, there is always the niggling doubt. The travelling to be done. The resistance of responsibility. Why is it that I always feel as though settling down is settling?
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