I don't know if you're familiar with this feeling of coming back. Throughout my vacation I tried to brush aside all the bad thoughts and thoughts about work and emails and coming home in general. Nevertheless, you just know that there's a point when you have to face it all. And it's not just about working, though I have to admit I don't feel the least bit of desire for it, but it's about losing all those pleasures and priviliges I enjoyed while on vacation.
I woke up to the light shining in, then I walked to the window and saw the mountains, opened the window and felt the chilly breeze on my face. We had breakfast at 8 o'clock every day, everything prepared, and also we had the same company at all meals. During the day we went hiking or sightseeing, and we spent long hours sitting in the car and gazing at the beautiful landscape; nice country houses with lots of flowers on the windowpanes, huge areas of finely cut green grass, fields of sunflowers, corns, whatever. Then in the evening we gathered in the lounge and played card games and board games. Not to mention we had hot meals twice a day, Czech specialities full of potato, cabbage, and knödel, a kind of dumpling, which has dozens of varieties. And of course I slept and woke up with my love.
And now here I am looking at course books, lesson plans, and all the disgusting signs of having to work tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and on and on and on. I also have to hoover my room, which I haven't done for like two months, shame on me, and I'm not even going to meet my boyfriend today as they are having some family reunion.
Meanwhile, the sun is shining outside, and I'm listening to melancholy Bruce Springsteen and Police songs.
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