I really have not been taking care of myself at all this semester - physically, emotionally, or psychologically.
It's mostly because I've been so busy. Maybe I should shut myself in my room for a day like Ying and have a lot of self-reflective thinking.
I wish I could just through school and work out the window and go to Europe alone by myself, where I don't know anyone, and just let myself go. Let go of all self-inhibitions, and enjoy life like there is no tomorrow. I would go anywhere I like, and meet new friends that I'll never see again, and try crazy things with them that I would never do (skinny-dipping anyone?)...oh of course there's the nude beach as well. I could be Lucia in that spanish movie. I would not care if I become broke. I would packpack anywhere.
It is a place where time has no meaning, where I can relax bathing in the remaining rays of the sun at dust with the tide nipping at my naked toes, savoring the passage of time rather than dreading it.
The next day would find me wearing a white eyelet day dress with a sunhat and matching sandals, sitting at a quaint cafe being mesmerized by the crisp serenade of a solo Spanish guitarist, and dipping my vanilla hazelnut biscotti into a steamy cup of dark roast coffee. I would browse local bookstores and find vintage little treasures, talk and laugh aloud with the locals, and be subject to their generous hospitality. I would not know where tomorrow brings, nor would I worry or even think about it. Tomorrow would only be tomorrow.
Would that not be a great vaccation? I would get to cleanse myself of stress and negative thoughts and apprehension. I am too young to waste my youth dwindling in Amherst, a town for retirees.