8th day

Today marks my 8th day at work.

It's exhausting - an understatement to the core. But as the days passed, I guess my immune system did its job adapting to the 11 hours of incessant mobility. And to be honest, I love my summer job... It's downright tiring, true, but it has altered my perspectives. Not everyone can live a contented life, but we can all be content with what we have. They work from 9 to 10.30, staying back till much later just so they can use the free WiFi to their hearts' content before it is taken from them at home. Home. I doubt that is how it feels to them, to be at home, all but a flat accommodating merely a place to seek shelter, and to survive. As they scroll through their Facebook account, watching a video uploaded by their friends, or a picture of gleaming pearly-whites of friends and family and kids back at home, home home - it saddens me. I don't know how they feel, communication is handicapped, however I wonder if those dark circles and deep lines that run down their weather-beaten skin can do justice to my emotions.

"When are you going back? Home?"
"Next year... Hopefully this year."
"Oh."

I wish we spoke the same language... They are such nice people, and our paths have chosen to cross at this phase in my life. Is there a reason for this? If so, what is it...?

Also, working means getting to sneak off to Borders in which I am granted oblivion, which is perfectly fine by me. To be unnoticed, to be left alone - not lonely, but alone. Hence, a 90-minute break is precious, even a 30-minute break is something. I have got my own small section where I find serenity, and marked it as my territory 8 days ago by accidentally on purpose leaving Fault In Our Stars at that particular rack, and to come back the next day finding it perfectly at the spot where I placed it. Hence, a mental note to all: That mystery/thriller section of the bookstore? It's mine. If only I could still read after work, when everybody has retired from the day, that would be so ideal.

It's not easy to survive, you know. Entering adulthood, everyone is just trying to keep their heads above water, just so they can wake up to see tomorrow. I want to grow up; And at the same time I don't want to. I anticipate what the other side of the world has to offer to me; But I dread the wicked schemes of reality to rob me of the limitied naivity I have left in me. Ambiguous, I am. I hate it.

 But I love my summer job. However, a day off is needed. And tomorrow shall be it.