My two weeks of “vacation” ends today. Tomorrow, I have to go back to the office. I’m not looking forward to the questions, because I just don’t have any good answers.
“Have a good break?”
“No.”
“Hope you’re well-rested?”
“Also, no.”
“Took the time off to recharge and reconnect with your loved ones?”
“Look, I don’t know where you’re getting this info.”
I could’ve gone feral and skipped town and gone somewhere. But I didn’t. I stayed home and kept busy. Home where it’s safe, stable, stale.
I feel like I lost out on some experiences and opportunities. But instead of adventure, I chose maintenance. Am I dead now?