As my friend Naomi puts it: "it's just the same thing every day, same people, same food, same day" It's hard to keep track of the days or even months up here. There is no distinction between weekend and weekday. A 6-day workweek is mandatory for island workers, so why keep track? The only use for my calendar is to keep track of how many miles I've ran that week...
I'm in such a rut. And in such a bad mood!
Both are detestable for me, as I am used to moving, traveling, having some sort of freedom to spice things up a bit. But here, it's not so easy or even possible. It's an island. Eight miles around. That's it. There aren't so many social things to pursue, and even when there is one, I will be working. There are plenty of bars, but that avenue has long since lost it's luster for me.
Work...Sleep...Work...Jog... There has to be more to my life than that. And of course there is...an occasional movie night with the gals. An occasional great night out. But as the summer wears on and people leave...these occasions are becoming more and more rare.
I requested the afternoon off tomorrow to go to a poetry gathering. I'm so ready to expand my mind in a different direction! I want to garden, to write, to go camping, to settle down in Louisville. These are things my heart wants, and I cannot wait for them any longer.
Earning more money has become an empty reason to remain in this place, where I have no way to channel my energy for something good.
"Alcatraz" is what someone called this place the other day :-) Fitting in some regards.
You ever just know when it's time to move on? It's time.
Only I have one more task to do...
Run my race.
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