I had a not so good day at work and I needed to applaud myself for getting through the four remaining hours until I could finally go home. It didn't help that our apartment was infected with fleas and I dreaded going home being welcomed by hungry fleas waiting to feast on me. I suddenly noticed how bad things always happen to me on Thursday. Why can't I go through the week without a few trouble or misfortunes? I want to believe that I'm a trouble magnet and I will always be in trouble no matter how I try to avoid it.
I received a call from my aunt and she wanted me to come over because she has a problem with her internet connection. Even if I knew that I wasn't the appropriate person to be called, I decided to pay her a visit. We haven't catch up in a long time and I thought I needed a company to cheer me up a bit. As expected, I couldn't fix the problem and told her to call her internet provider instead. She asked me to stay after to pack my things that were still in her house. I could leave it there as long as they were packed neatly, which I thought was a good idea so I started packing my things, putting my stuff in a huge brown box.
I didn't realize I have accumulated so many things in my seven years of stay in Greece. I had this sudden desire to send them to the Philippines, resign from my job and book a flight home. I wonder how nice it would be if I'm packing my things because I'm already going to my country to stay there for good. Whenever I'm having a bad day, it seems going home is the first thing that comes to my mind. But I know, I will change my mind once everything is well again. And I hope, it would be. Sometimes, there is something missing in our lives which not even job satisfaction nor love ones can fulfill.
Anyway, I'm a bit worried that I will have a hard time sending my things in the Philippines. I think I should get rid of some of the books that I don't even read. I'm starting to think that hoarding is not healthy and I shouldn't have gave into the temptation of buying those second hand books in the first place. Well, I can sell them again after reading. But I have others that I could never get rid of as they possessed sentimental values, and now, I have to think of how to send them home and where to store them once they arrive as we only have a tiny house and I'm sure my mom will find a way to throw what she thinks are "garbage" without asking for my permission.
Sometimes, I wish I wasn't a sentimental person. Perhaps, life will be less stressful once I let go of my useless belongings.
It's funny how a lot of things came to my mind just because of this bad day.