It’s been awhile since I last wrote down anything. My blog remained un-updated for over a month and my diary too has been lacking in new entries. I wish I could say this is because I’ve been busy working on other things but the truth is that pretty much all I’ve undertaken this month has been binging shows on Netflix.

However, little as I’ve done, things have changed in the past weeks. I again familiarized myself with Eindhoven and settled back into my friendships here. I also settled back into my apartment in Eindhoven, in which, for the first time since I moved there over two years ago, I felt lonely. I felt out of place, detached from all the stuff I needed to unpack from boxes and put back in their respective places. Even though, doing exactly that was something I looked forward to while I was still in Lisbon. I was excited to go through my records and sort them alphabetically, excited to add all the books I read there to my bookcase. I was excited, after spending six months living in a white walled, generically decorated room, to be back in my house, a house that radiated me. Where I had built or restored most of the furniture and decorations myself. Where I could paint the walls if I wanted to. I looked forward to feeling like amongst my belongings I belonged. But with every box I hurled up from my storage space in the basement I fancied myself less thoughtful curator of a personalized palace and more pathological hoarder entrapped in a prison of my own making.

It would have been a great time for some Marie Kondo-ing, just like it would have been a great time to write, to mend some clothes, work on some new projects, fix up my portfolio, etc. But with ample time at my disposal, why do it today? Like this, whole days passed where all I did was reacquaint myself with my couch, simply waiting for the seas of time I was drowning in to dissipate into knee-deep lakes.

This eventually happened, obviously not by me overcoming my laziness or lack of self-discipline but by the start of the new semester. The huge emptiness of my calendar is again filled with small blocks of lectures and meetings, making the spaces in between manageable. Another added bonus of starting classes is that now fixing my bike, mending clothes, or writing are once again acceptable ways of procrastinating on study related stuff. So eventually during the next few weeks, the boxes in my living room will all be unpacked and stored away, my workspace will be functional and running again soon, my blog will regularly be updated, and magically, simply by not having copious amounts of time, my motivation will be restored.