10.03.2010 3 °C
Sometimes, travelling is not all about travelling. Sometimes, when the budget is tight and the waistline is forever expanding (no thanks to Lent), it’s important to stay home and contemplate the more important things in life.
This, for instance, gives me much pleasure. Each sock and underwear in its own handy slot. After this wash-and-hang cycle was over, I sat in my chair and just stared at it, marvelling at my handywork. The wonders of the stretchy-twisty-clothes-hanger cord! It gave me so much pleasure in fact, that I was compelled to take a picture of it. Several pictures of it. What a neat invention.
Once that hefty job completed, I resorted to making lists, folding laundry, streaming grey’s anatomy, reading half an article, making neat piles of books, unpacking my humid backpack, and staring at the wall.
Might I mention that the temperature of my room is currently about 5 degrees. I’m pretty sure I can see my breath as I type this. I turned all heating off a few weeks ago when the weather was warm, and have been too lazy to turn the knobs back on now that it’s cold. So I play a little game with myself. I slip into my comforter, and pretend my bed is an island which I can’t fall off of. Then I try to do as many things as I can without touching the ground. So far, pretty good! Most of the activities listed above were completed from my own private island.
Living the life! Clearly.
But I digress. Perhaps I am painting my Turkish life in the wrong color.
Next time, I should probably write about my adventures in Eastern Turkey instead (maybe).
In the meantime, I will continue to amuse myself on my island without losing too much body heat.
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