Here. There. Home. Back. Leave. Return. Coming. Going.
The first few weeks of my pseduoholiday are reasonably diary-filled. Summer sees another influx of birthdays, as well as belated birthdays (due to exam constraints), along with the general "we have nothing better to do than drink" mentality that comes with end of term, meaning there's rarely an excuse not go out of an evening. The student life, eh? There's also the other summer celebrations that roll around and the odd one-off events - charity runs, family gatherings, theatre trips, weddings, music festivals, visiting long-distance friends, holidays.
All in all, there's lots to look forward to, so there should be no complaints merely because there's so many opportunties avaliable. The problem is, with so much choice, and the fact that my life is split into two places, it is difficult to decide upon the right course of action. A 21st birthday celebration up here, but a friend in need back there. One of my friend's birthday party clashes with a theatre trip - the tickets for the latter were booked months in advance. It's a cousin's confirmation; there's a wedding I've been asked to work at. The one evening uni friends may be visiting my home town in the summer, and I will be out of town. Being booked tickets for the best musical in the history of the stage, and having to give them up, because I am on holiday. Tough life, eh?!
Along with all the awkward decision-making that every double-booked day involves, there's the inevitable guilt attached. There's the booking public transport appropriately, spending a evening here, squeezing in a sleepover there. Going out 'til 3am, getting the bus five hours later, only to return the next day, and the next week repeat the routine again. Some people could take it in their stride, thrive on the buzz of being a busy social butterfly. It exhausts me, just contemplating it and trying to work around everything, whilst being there for the people who need me, not letting down the people I've already confirmed and somewhere in the midst of it all, finding where I can fit it what I want to do, and not just because I should do it.
On the jukebox: Ocean Colour Scene ~ The Day We Caught The Train
All in all, there's lots to look forward to, so there should be no complaints merely because there's so many opportunties avaliable. The problem is, with so much choice, and the fact that my life is split into two places, it is difficult to decide upon the right course of action. A 21st birthday celebration up here, but a friend in need back there. One of my friend's birthday party clashes with a theatre trip - the tickets for the latter were booked months in advance. It's a cousin's confirmation; there's a wedding I've been asked to work at. The one evening uni friends may be visiting my home town in the summer, and I will be out of town. Being booked tickets for the best musical in the history of the stage, and having to give them up, because I am on holiday. Tough life, eh?!
Along with all the awkward decision-making that every double-booked day involves, there's the inevitable guilt attached. There's the booking public transport appropriately, spending a evening here, squeezing in a sleepover there. Going out 'til 3am, getting the bus five hours later, only to return the next day, and the next week repeat the routine again. Some people could take it in their stride, thrive on the buzz of being a busy social butterfly. It exhausts me, just contemplating it and trying to work around everything, whilst being there for the people who need me, not letting down the people I've already confirmed and somewhere in the midst of it all, finding where I can fit it what I want to do, and not just because I should do it.
On the jukebox: Ocean Colour Scene ~ The Day We Caught The Train
For once I've got a packed summer ahead too and I think I'm relishing in it. Usually I find they days rolling out ahead of me, endless and unfilled - boredom.
ReplyDeleteI can't wait to see your holiday pictures.
I've always wanted to just hop on a train one day and just go anywhere, somewhere, totally unplanned. Expensive maybe, but fun.
Care to join moi? ;o)
Ha, I think that holiday link might be a bit misleading, have a feeling the beaches won't quite be like that where I'm going ;o)
ReplyDeleteBlogbuddy summer meet-up? Hell yeah. :oD
I know the feeling far too well :( -- holiday guilt joyyys. And it isn't even as if I'm horrifically busy, it's just that by some coincidence social events seem to cluster about certain dates. And I know the exhaustion thing too -- I'm living with my parents, who moved house last year, but all my friends live back in my hometown, and I've just started to establish a social life back here too, and so in the Easter holiday I was almost always on some kind of train/sleeping on someone else's floor/LONGING to spend some time actually blowdrying my hair, sitting down with a cuppa and/or reading a book! Friends are too exhuasting. I may become a nun...
ReplyDeleteP.S. should have said this a while back, but it's good to see you didn't stop when you turned twenteen after all!!