It is the end of the week and I am unsurprisingly tired. Each day requires a lot of concentration, juggling projects and tasks, doing the small daily routines. Everything is work or work related. I wake up, on my own, at 04:30, just in time for a quick exchange of emails with the East, and then to wonder to myself: get the laptop and get up or maybe to try to get back to sleep.
Tomorrow I'll go to Walmart and try my luck at the bike department and maybe take look around. On Sunday I'll go to the City. There's no use avoiding it anymore.
I've been talking with people about the less glamorous aspects of life here, once the honeymoon period is over and all that is left is work and the immediate family. They say that those who have not sold their soul for the job so that they are totally consumed by it, find themselves bored and strangely lifeless and listless, missing people. They talk of getting a hobby ("if I could just find the time and energy"), of awkwardly meeting with strangers for dinners, of maintaining a work routine that is its own purpose.
I've done the laundry already, so I can start the weekend. After I finish work.
Oooh, can't wait to read the report of your first foray into the city!
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