I don’t know why, but the last couple of days I’ve been feeling kind of funny. A bit uneasy, restless. So on the weekend I took it real easy, did some reading and writing, had some beers in the fatboy on the balcony.
But still, the feeling lingers. There’s something bubbling beneath the surface, and I can’t put my finger on it.
It might be homesickness, the amount of work I’ve been doing lately, or having passed the two-month milestone a few days ago. Or it might be the jitters in anticipation for the upcoming trip to Nepal.
Which is just silly because visiting Nepal can be nothing short of amazing, obviously.
I even decided to break out the first emergency kit yesterday: a bag of Haribo’s I got from a colleague.
You see, back home it’s easier to know where the edges of your comfort zone lie – how much you can extend beyond it, doing activities and neglecting rest before you become fatigued. But here, in a still somewhat foreign environment, that’s harder to gauge. I want to experience a lot and be active, but at the same time I need to listen carefully to that inner voice.
So maybe I’m just weary, and a good night’s sleep will do the trick. Might be a good idea to do some introspection as well. Can’t have the up’s without the down’s, know what I mean?