I haven’t been very talkative or social lately. Sometimes I feel bad that I don’t contact people or want to go out and do things, but I have accepted that this is how things are. There probably isn’t any changing it. As you have possibly read (or heard) in the past, I’m not a social butterfly. I’m more like a social sloth. Sure, I like to be social, but the less I have to do, the better.

I make all these excellent, grand plans to go to Melbourne, but I just can’t be bothered at the end of the day. It takes too much energy and effort to go. I deal with people constantly in my job, and I want and need a break from that. The little free time I have is spent enjoying my own company and sitting around in my old, but still loved, work clothes. They’re comfortable; what can I say?

Things haven’t calmed down with me. I am still stressed and am having a big problem managing my life. Our house won’t start its build when it was initially scheduled to start, so I have had to plan for more time apart from my significant other and have to keep renting a unit that will now cost me $400 more per month. That means I need to work more. Thankfully, I’ve got money in the bank to make up for the fact that I am not working as much as I could be, but that will not last forever. I kind of wish that I didn’t have to travel so much back and forth, but I guess this is one of those decisions I didn’t think over very well.

Yeah, it’s the same thing over and over again. I need some relief, but there’s no telling when I will get it, so in the meantime, I am very happy to take it easy every chance I get.