On Being Back

The camp bubble has burst, and I've landed unceremoniously in the real world. As the dust settled a bit, I've found that it's a bit anticlimactic to be back. Everything has returned to normal: I paid the rent, sitting through the landlady's retelling of her latest woes, watched movies with friends, downloaded music, went shopping. The first days back were nice though, as visiting friend Nick came for a few days. In celebration of his visit, these past few days I've been hemorrhaging money I don't have into expensive restaurants and wine. Most of the teachers from camp spent some extra time in Madrid before they left for their various homes, and it definitely was nice to be able to see them outside of such a confined environment. People are much nicer when they don't sleep in a cabin with you for 30 days. Someone should do a study on that. Anyways, and I said it before, although in a tiny "I can't believe I'm saying this" voice: I really think I do miss camp. Could it be that my job involved watching Desperate Housewives and eating cookies?

I dropped Nick off at the airport this morning and I spent my afternoon introspectively examining my summer life, which has led to the realization that it's only just begun. Unfortunately for me, I literally do not have a single plan for August, so if anyone has any suggestions I'm all ears. I will admit that I'm eyeing the local swimming pool and thinking about suntans and the tiniest bit of a return to fitness (I don't dwell on that subject because I tend to be self-defeating with it). Probably the nicest thing of all about this moment in time are all the possibilities, with no worry of work or deadlines or places I have to be. Trust me, I'm savoring every single second of it all.