Plodding Along

The season is coming to a close. My friends and coworkers are leaving at an accelerating rate. The days are getting shorter, but the tourists aren’t showing any signs of slowing. The weather is still in the 80’s and 90’s.

I am looking forward to coming home. I’m not thrilled to be living around the people with whom I live anymore. I don’t really care about the drama between the oversized children that make up the staff here. The weather will be cooling off soon, which is nice, but it won’t change the fact that housing is a very dark place, nor will it do much to improve the morale of people besides me.

It’s not that I’m chronically down. But I am starting to feel the wear of a long season of living in a place with people very different from yourself. I’m still enjoying myself, but not as much as I was previously. I think that’s normal. This is just me diagnosing why.

I’m going bowling on Thursday. Hopefully it’s a day where I’m average, and not a day where I suck.


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