Don't call it a comeback, I've been here for years
It's hard to know what to say after you've been gone for awhile. Time passes, stuff happens, but how do you sum that up? How do you possibly encapsulate a month of travelling in a single blog post?
Answer: you don't. You don't even try, because you are in full slacker mode, and you don't get out of bed until 1 pm and even then you take a nap at 6 because you have nothing better to do with your time. Even though you have an exam in 3 weeks and a paper to write. Except that you have never once in your life studied for an exam 3 weeks in advance - oh, maybe in law school, but that's just pretending to make summaries while really you watch Iron Chef marathons or entire seasons of Buffy. And the paper, even though it must be 18 pages long and you don't really know what it will be about, and no mom it will not write itself, can wait another day. Especially because you just rented an Edward Norton movie and nothing is better than Ed Norton without a shirt. Also, the paper has no due date.
I went to a lot of places. They were all nice. Some were nicer than others, but everywhere lived up to the hype. I saw an opera in Vienna, I climbed countless spiral staircases. I took innumerable photos of Prague and experienced true foreigner-syndrome in Bratislava. I ate chocolate and drank beer in Brussels. I ate crepes in France and everything came drizzled in cream. I marvelled at Luxembourg's incredibly high minimum wage and navigated our way around Normandy many a time in the dark.
I came home and promptly watched as much TV as I could handle. I am pickling my brain. I don't think I'm done yet. I got hooked on Battlestar Galactica and wondered if my love affair with Heroes was over - but it's not. For once I am the one at home while my friends travel, and it's kind of delightful. I think my muscles are beginning to atrophy. I love that you never forget how to ride a bike. I love that the random Dutch law firm didn't charge me anything to commission my Bar Ads documents. I love being away but I also love that Christmas is coming and it's almost time to go home.
I went to the real London and got a little homesick. For the first time in 3 months I had sushi, and indian food, and proper chinese food, and I loved it. It seems like all I do is eat. More importantly than the food, I also saw old friends, which was lovely and reminds me that the only thing I really miss over here are the people who really know me. I love that things can be the same even when you haven't seen someone in over a year.
They say a change is as good as a rest, and I think they might be right.
Answer: you don't. You don't even try, because you are in full slacker mode, and you don't get out of bed until 1 pm and even then you take a nap at 6 because you have nothing better to do with your time. Even though you have an exam in 3 weeks and a paper to write. Except that you have never once in your life studied for an exam 3 weeks in advance - oh, maybe in law school, but that's just pretending to make summaries while really you watch Iron Chef marathons or entire seasons of Buffy. And the paper, even though it must be 18 pages long and you don't really know what it will be about, and no mom it will not write itself, can wait another day. Especially because you just rented an Edward Norton movie and nothing is better than Ed Norton without a shirt. Also, the paper has no due date.
I went to a lot of places. They were all nice. Some were nicer than others, but everywhere lived up to the hype. I saw an opera in Vienna, I climbed countless spiral staircases. I took innumerable photos of Prague and experienced true foreigner-syndrome in Bratislava. I ate chocolate and drank beer in Brussels. I ate crepes in France and everything came drizzled in cream. I marvelled at Luxembourg's incredibly high minimum wage and navigated our way around Normandy many a time in the dark.
I came home and promptly watched as much TV as I could handle. I am pickling my brain. I don't think I'm done yet. I got hooked on Battlestar Galactica and wondered if my love affair with Heroes was over - but it's not. For once I am the one at home while my friends travel, and it's kind of delightful. I think my muscles are beginning to atrophy. I love that you never forget how to ride a bike. I love that the random Dutch law firm didn't charge me anything to commission my Bar Ads documents. I love being away but I also love that Christmas is coming and it's almost time to go home.
I went to the real London and got a little homesick. For the first time in 3 months I had sushi, and indian food, and proper chinese food, and I loved it. It seems like all I do is eat. More importantly than the food, I also saw old friends, which was lovely and reminds me that the only thing I really miss over here are the people who really know me. I love that things can be the same even when you haven't seen someone in over a year.
They say a change is as good as a rest, and I think they might be right.