This is a guilty post. After reading quite a few posts by bloggers welcoming the weekend with open arms in the same way I’d welcome my Dad finally buying a new car, I have to put it out there that I currently am not welcoming the weekends.
Why? Not because I am a workholic who simply adores working or studying but because it is the blessed summer holidays. Now, of course this is not intended as a rub it in your face post but if you do feel..’rubbed in’ then my apologies! However, even you, with an amazing amount of workload would not know what to do with yourself after two weeks of rest.
The first few days are blissful as you revel in your freedom from the daily routine of all work and no play but then you will eventually become tired and bored with your new routine of all rest and no work and not much play. Living in London, there should be many things to do outside but the reality is there isn’t! Especially when other family members are still at school or working. As we are all fasting at the moment, going for bike rides with friends or to the park is also out of the question so the mind becomes restless.
How do we escape? For me, it has been either dabbling in art, blogging or reading but sometimes these things aren’t enough. It is at these times that I wish I lived somewhere where enjoying the outdoors everyday was the norm. Where horse riding and going for long leisurely walks was an everyday occurrence. Of course, there are these things in London but not as easily available. It’s more about go-karting than horse riding here but they both have one thing in common: both are terribly expensive hobbies!
So instead, I look forward to long bike rides in August and aah yes, working on Wednesdays and Sundays.
Until Next Time
A Worried Student