I have had one of THOSE weeks. I have been moody, cranky, and I have been working too much. In particular I have been worried about home as well. So I am here, getting itchy gypsy feet, and wanting to work less (MUCH LESS), and also wanting to find out what if anything is happening at home. Yesterday morning I had the bike packed (in my mind anyway) and ready to drive to the Ukraine. (I have decided Kiev is my next destination). That legally I can not drive in Germany is of little matter to me at the moment. I then open an email from my mother (and my email goes from most recent down,) and it says “Sean is doing fine and will be out of hospital tomorrow. He will be off work for around 6 weeks.” I go NUTS. That my brothers chosen profession is firefighting did NOTHING to ease the panic.
3 emails down (which would have been the first she sent) she writes “Now thats its over I will let you know your brother had his appendix out.”
This did wonders for my mood however. I feel like something in me broke. I cried and cried, and afterwards I felt better. I also talked with my partner about the evilness of working too much, even if it is to save for a big trip, and we have decided to take a day off next week to go to the mineral baths and a movie that we have been trying to see since Christmas. (Honestly, since Christmas!)