Peopled out

I have now pretty much reached the limit of time that I am willing to continuously spend among people. 24/7 simply is too much. It’s been almost 10 entire days. I have three more days of this.

I am shattered. Today was such a busy day that I could’ve fallen asleep standing. I have next to no time to write, let alone post anything. I’ve taken my camera out, though, and at least went creative on that side. I needed some sort of outlet and made a hundred images in one evening, if not more.

Greece has beautiful light in the evenings and can be incredibly beautiful. Words don’t do it justice, photos just may.

Come to think of it, when I go traveling again, I want to write a travel blog, because, lo and behold, it’s such a new concept. Well, I will see if I can put my own spin on it and I have an idea or two, which would involve photography. My camera will be travelling with me after all.

I spend about five minutes a day on Facebook and haven’t looked at some of my normal go-to pages in pretty much as long as I have been here. I’ve spent next to no money and almost all the money that I did spend falls under expenses. Our trip to Santorini pretty much evens out the money that I am owed in expenses and that means I’m going home with +/- 0.

That is actually a good thing, because it means I saved a lot of money. It is, however, also very depressing, because I didn’t get to do any of the tourist stuff at all. Acropolis? I’ve seen it from afar. But somehow that doesn’t count.

What I am saying is this: I have no time for anything, especially not for myself. As I’ve said in my previous post, I am stealing moments every chance I get, which doesn’t happen during the day, but in the evenings and possibly in the mornings.

The rest of the time I am run off my feet. Literally.

And guess what, I took the job that they offered me, because it is very well paid and will be the most money I have ever made in any job. I need to save money for my big trip and that will allow me to do that and have enough at the end.

It’s a good job, otherwise I wouldn’t have taken it. I’m in it for the long haul, so to speak, and I don’t feel like letting my team down. They don’t deserve that.

I will have to move house, because I simply can’t stay where I am and I very much hope to exchange the roof over my head for the keel under my feet that I keep talking about. (Let me add in brackets here, that I sometimes feel like putting a smiley in here as you would in an email to indicate a happy face. Curiously enough I consider this rather inappropriate. Not because there’s anything seriously wrong with adding a smiley, but there’s a place for a smiley and for me that is not in a blog or anything that I would consider “serious” writing. Do let me know, if you disagree.)

If I could afford it, or rather, if I wanted to afford it, I would live by myself. Depending on where I’d move to, I could live by myself, but there’s stuff I can’t be bothered with so boatshare it’ll have to be, which is fine, because people living on a boat have a similar mind set and as such would be “my kind of people” that I am sure I can live with just fine.

When I fly home in three days, I have an entire weekend to recover. I am supposed to meet people, friends whom I haven’t see for months now. I am not sure that I will have the energy. Never mind the inclination to move or leave my room to spend more time with other people, because I am so over having constant company.

If I weren’t quite fond of most of the people surrounding me all the time, I’d go nuts and walk out. But they are my team and I won’t let them down, because that’s not who I am.

The other girls currently here, four of us as it is, quite rightly observed today that I don’t seem to care what other people think of me and that I don’t seem to be interested in most people getting to know me better. Astutely observed. It also means that I am seen in the way that I want to be seen.

I am very much there for my team and they very much appreciate that. Outside of that I don’t give a flying you-know-what. I am not bending myself out of shape to please anybody. But if anyone has a problem with me, they are very much welcome to talk to me. I don’t ever mean to offend anybody inadvertently. I prefer to do that overtly.

Forgive me for babbling. I am, as I said, incredibly tired. I just feel like writing. I need to write a dozen emails on the weekend and Skype with my parents. I need quiet time. My babbling blog is one more indication of how peopled out I am.

I just need to get a few thoughts out, because I’ve had absolutely no chance to write about any of these random bits and pieces and one sentence a day is not enough.

It never is.


About 2clouds

I am many things, most of them I am 100%, some of them 150%, none of them just half. I write, I read, I dream, I travel. I question. And I'm always looking for answers. No dream is impossible.
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