These past couple of days have been a nightmare.. I have been been drowning in paperwork and have resulted to hiding under my desk so people think I’m not around.. Fiddlesticks.. Now people will know where to find me!
I feel like I need a holiday to get over my holiday..
I want to take a walk.. Hand in hand with him.. Along the beach.. Watching.. Hearing the waves. The almost-midnight breeze gently moving across the width of my neck.. Down the small of my back.. I need a holiday!
Tomorrow is Friday and then it’s the weekend and then it’s Monday all over again.
I have been busy every weekend since I have been back..
I want to be back in Portugal.. I miss it.. The people.. Atmosphere.. Just being there.. It wasn’t like it wasn’t my life because it was.. And since then I’ve always felt like a huge chunk of me is gone and that frustrates me.
Today I worked 3 hours overtime.. When I left home this morning it was dark.. When I left work at the end of the day it was dark.. I was 45 minutes shy of working for 12 hours.. And that will not happen again.
I miss Portugal. I know why but I don’t understand it. Here I feel trapped.. Stressed.. Like I’m unable to just be myself. It was so much easier starting all over again and just being me..
There is so much I want to say.. But it’s not the time.. Not yet..