You always wish you had more time. More time with a loved one or more time at a certain place. You always want the good times to last forever. Maybe not even forever, just one more day. But by the end of that day, you’re still not satisfied. I mean how could you? The new place does not guarantee as much fun, love and affection as the current place. We think that it can’t possibly be as much fun as this place because everything you want is here.
We as humans resist change. We hate it. We are creatures of habit and while we accommodate change in small doses, such as a vacation, we loathe long term changes. We just aren’t designed to like it. Some people deal with it better than others of course and obviously if you’re in a bad place, change could be a great thing.
As always, all good times must come to an end. It’s time for me to return to the seas. The timing couldn’t be worse because I had just started to kick some ass at the tennis court and I had just met this amazing person (yes, the same girl mentioned in the previous post). Life tends to take with one hand while it gives with the other.
I’ve been home since August and dare I say, it’s been an incredible time. I did pretty much everything I wanted to and I am leaving with a sense of accomplishment. I mean barring my exams which aren’t humanly possible to crack. Everything in my control was dealt with. Took up cycling, created a podcast, took up tennis, managed my house by myself. Met some old friends, made some new friends. Went on dates, most didn’t work out but the one that did work out was the best one. I had a great time overall.
It would be inhuman to not want these times to last forever. Things were great. But reluctantly, I do admit that these great times were possible only because of my profession. It allows me to have so much free time to take up these pursuits. It allows me to be me.
And now it is time to go back and earn some more free time. A big change lies ahead, but I leave behind a world waiting for me. And I’ll be back.