Lazy weekends.

Tissues, food, tissues, The L-Word and more tissues. That is primarily what my weekend has consisted of. Although, this time I am not the sole user of the tissues. I have spent the majority of my weekend in bed because Anna has been sick. Now, I am not blaming my girlfriend for my inactivity in general, I think that this lazy lounging has done me good as well. I feel properly relaxed and well-rested for the first time in ages.

That means that my napping schedule is going to have to do with some alterations. Seeing as I have been napping daily (yes like an old woman), since my partner in crime isn't around, that became sort of a routine. However, now that I might not need the napping, what should I do with that half an hour a day? Something productive, like writing, or reading, or perhaps deal with the ironing? Naah, if I know me right that half an hour will be well spent doing something absolutely unproductive; like trying to beat level 809 on Pet Rescue Saga or I might even try to beat my high score in Temple Run. This makes me realise that I don't have much of a social life when my Nicky isn't around. I don't mind, I like spending time on my own, but it is getting a bit tedious. Something tells me I am going to have to be a bit brave and reach out to a soul or two. Already have a date set up with my lovely Kristin at the end of the weekend. I might just be able to blame my busy schedule for not being able to press anything else in?

Lazy weekend.

This has to be the most uneventful weekend I have had since I arrived.

Friday consisted of a lot of working and then basically heading to the girlfriend's place to sleep. Saturday, could have been filled with lovely activities, but instead I headed back home as Anna went to work and I did some much needed laundry. Sunday is going to be a day of neverending movement, first to Swiss Cottage, then back to East Finchley to walk through Muswell Hill and Alexandra Palace.

Don't get me wrong, I don't mind lazy weekends; it is just that I feel more guilty about having them when I am here. I feel guilty about having a lazy day in general, when back in Sweden I saw no problem in not seeing a single other person for a week if that was the time I had off work. It feels like it was easier to occupy one self back at home, rather than doing it here. I mean I have been in my room all day and not a lot of things, apart from laundry (believe it or not!?) has happened. It must be that I know that I am here for a year, and I know that I have unlimited time, more or less, during weekends to do things that I have talked about doing when back at home. And still I am not doing them. Or at least not as much of it as I would have wanted. But then again, the fact that I am here a year, which is a long time, is kind of tricky. Some days it feels as if though I am going home next month, and other days it feels like I will live here for the rest of my life. And I think I am caught somewhere in between with the activities-problem. On one hand I feel like I should do it all cause time is running out, but on the other hand I feel like I have all the time in the world and not really deciding upon which of the two feelings to listen to, results in me not doing the things and then feeling guilty about it.

Psychology session ended.

I am excited about getting the camera out though to do some photographing at Muswell Hill and Alexandra Palace. Whoop whoop.