Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Sense of direction, part 3

That moment when you can wake up in the morning and your S.O. leaves for work, being able to mumble "have a nice day at work" and go back to bed, and not wake up until around noon.
Yes, I'm lazy.
The work interview went well. Well. Except that I took a wrong train back home.

Fucking scary.
I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed, so it took me a moment to realize that this wasn't the horse I parked when I arrived here. So I hopped off on a station that was on the route of most trains going to my hometown. Apparently I looked so miserable that the kind one working at the counter changed my ticket with no change fee.

I guess I looked damn miserable.
So anyway, after changing my ticket, I still had one hour to go. Tried to finish reading Jane Eyre, but I was a bit too miserable and distracted for reading. So I decided on a quick walk and a quick snack before jumping on the train and occupying two adjacent seats to curl up and sleep. Which was actually not that bad of an idea, since I woke up few times but managed to sleep almost all the way.

When I got home, Marc was waiting me at the station, and this time I might have been the one to be a little clingy.

Okay, maybe a bit more clingy.
I guess I'm an adventurer by nature, but getting lost is something that terrifies and paralyses me. Each time I do get lost is a little adventure in itself, and in most cases, I can laugh it off afterwards. But those close to me (especially those happening to live under the same roof) usually notice that I'm a bit more clingy if I've gotten lost recently.

Nevertheless, I'm home now. So, okaeri, I guess.

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