As per usual, I'm still supposed to be doing a wrap up of the last day or so or the holiday and a summary of the whole thing. That requires me remembering it though, which isn't happening right now. All you need to know is that Joan Rivers probably has a restraining order against me now.
The fact that I've not finished my trip blog is actually testimony to what I'm writing about today, my incredible ability to whip myself up into a frenzy over a "project", become totally obsessive about it for about two weeks and then my even more impressive ability to absolutely drop my bundle and give said project entirely up at the very first sign of even a minor hurdle. I like to imagine myself as a hamster sprinting madly in a wheel, but then stumbling on a tiny bit of whatever is at the bottom of a hamster cage, and collapsing to a heap on the ground, refusing to get up.
Somewhat like this
(This photo was acquired off google images, but didn't link back to a web page, so apologies to whomever uploaded it for a lack of credit.)
I find that I'm especially desperate for a project when I come back from a holiday, as I put a rather good deal of effort and thought into planning travels, and when I come back there's a large gap to fill in my thoughts.
I've come back wild and crazy from this holiday that's for sure, especially as we really aren't sure when we can next go on one, so my usual race to plan the next one can't happen. (Please note that wild and crazy in Courtney language means I stayed up till 11:30 one night, and that I tried a different flavour powerade. If you can't handle this intense revelry, you may need to leave this blog... because I'm living on the edge.) This has involved me breaking the only New Year's Resolution I was being vaguely successful at - growing my hair, I'm now sporting my usual chin length bob), buying a bunch of new clothes and shoes in a wardrobe overhaul, and out of nowhere deciding we should move house.
Yes, move house. A week ago I was frantically ringing banks, real estate agents and circling open inspections in the paper, with this idea that everything would fall blissfully into place and within about a fortnight, we'd be living in a shiny new house, surrounded by shiny new furniture and me standing in some gingham apron holding a plate of freshly cooked muffins. Naturally, it turns out, real estate is actually a lot more complicated than that, and frankly I'm in a sulk and have pretty much given up after one week. I'm all about stamina.
Then there have been the calorie counting plans (lasted 4 weeks) and the decision to do a Business Law course (SATAC application started and I was all gung ho, until I saw the price, and decided I'd rather spend $9,000 on ,well a lot of things, rather than a semester of university) all typical unfinished projects of mine. Even this blog always starts in a flurry of posts, and then goes quiet for a month after.
I just seem to thrive on being excited about something in theory, reality is too hard for me though. Or I'm just easily bored. I think it's a mix of column A and B.
In tribute to the topic of this blog perhaps, I've realised I have no idea what I actually wanted to really say and how to end this blog. So I'm just ending it now.
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