Sunday nights suck far too often. I try really hard to savour the last minutes of weekend freedom instead of thinking about what all lies ahead, but alas, reality hits hard and here I am. It's 11:20pm and as tired as I am, I really don't want to go to sleep knowing I'll wake up to a Monday morning tomorrow.
It doesn't help that this week last year I was working on a burn under the Mediterranean sun. Italy is not a place I need to go again, but I could go for a trip home to the Netherlands again, to South Holland and mijn familie there. For gezelligheid and all my tantes who think so much like I do that it's almost scary. . . .
I don't hate work. It's actually more than I could ask for. STILL, I could use a little more weekend.
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