It’s only been three full days and I’m already ready to quit my day job. I kid, of course, but the struggle to restart a nine-to-five gig after five months of freedom is very real. We took these photos almost three months ago during our trip to Prague. It was supposed to be our last big excursion during our European adventure – although, in the end, we had one more – and as a result, I spent the whole trip acutely aware that our fun would soon come to an end.
We loved Prague. And maybe that was partly because we knew it was our last chance to explore a new place for the foreseeable future. The reason doesn’t really matter. We loved the two-minute walk from our hotel to the Old Town Square where we captured these shots. We adored the food, particularly all the Lokal-group restaurants. The sunny skies and really-too-hot weather and plentiful varieties of fruit-flavoured beer and pastel buildings were all just perfect.
And now, they’re all just a distant memory. There are things about my day job I had forgotten, like the pressure I feel to respond to every email the second I receive it. And how often I wake up at night thinking it must be almost time to wake up for work. (It never actually is – but it’s only when the alarm finally goes off that I’m sound asleep.) And mostly, how tragic so much of what I deal with on a day-to-day basis really is. In the past three days alone, I have spoken with at least one person each day whose life will never be the same as a result of something utterly random that they could not have avoided.
Suffice it to say that I’m dealing with a case of the day job blues. I suppose I should have seen it coming. And I imagine that it will get easier as the weeks go on, but for now, I’m really looking forward to the weekend. Happy Friday, lovelies!