The Hump

Don't freak grandma. I'm not referring to my "humps" or my "milkshake" or any other cheesy fergie metaphor for women's body parts. It is not that kind of a blog.

I'm talking about the mid-week hump, the hump day. I talking about wednesdays; that mid-week day when you know you are already half way through the week but yet seem to be only half way through; when you can look back and see that monday and tuesday flew by but friday still seems unreachable; that day when you seem stuck in the middle of coming and going.

This week is a never ending wednesday.

Really i am having a mid-trip crisis; like a mid-life crisis except in castellano and a sports car won't fix it. After one amazing vacation, i am wondering what i am doing here in Argentina.

It is more than just a fleeting thought. I dwell on the question (really un monton de questions) for hours. Why did i originally want to come to argentina? why i am i here now? what do i want/need to do before i go home? How can it be there are so many things i want to do before i leave and yet most of the time i just want to go home?

It is the hump. That point where you realize you are halfway in and halfway out, stuck with not enough time to do what you want and too much time to just take a nap.

But damn, I am just so tired. A nap would be perfect right now.

"There is a light at each end of the tunnel, you shout because you're just as far in as you will ever be out." -Anna Nalick