life v. travel

I think it's a mark of actually living somewhere (as opposed to gliding through on a whirlwind tour) that you sometimes hit boring weekends.

If you're brand new in town or in town for only one and a half days, you stay endlessly busy -- out of both desire and the desperate need to fill every waking moment so you don't break down and cry for home. But once you're settled you sometimes find that, oops, you thought you'd go skydiving this weekend, chickened out and now you've got nothing.

But it's okay -- it's life, and it goes on. And next weekend will be way cooler.