May 7, 2009 § 3 Comments
Us humans are such vile creatures of habit, even if we don’t mean to be. I’ve concluded that it must be something in our genetic make-up, as the very routines I had escaped from in Sydney are the very things I badly want back.
Waking up at a decent hour in the morning with a purpose, shopping for and eating proper food, making dinner at night, even waiting for a show to come on tv at a particular hour, then going to bed and starting all over the next day weirdly seems kind of attractive at the moment. Most of all I would love a proper bed and a kitchen with a toaster and a kettle.
It hasn’t even been one year, and I am truly impressed by stories of people who stay on the road for years on end. How do they do it? Me, I’m craving a bit of routine right now. But in saying that, who knows I might change my mind all over again. Us humans are also extremely fickle creatures.