To be interesting, one must do interesting things. I try to go do interesting things, but it seems I usually end up staying home. A homebody to the end! My life is as interesting as the video games I play, and the books I read. Which is to say, those things are interesting to me! Just perhaps not to others when they ask me what am I up to lately. Videos games and books, while they have good stories, don’t make good stories.
I thought moving out my parents’ home will free me the dictates of their schedule. I am free to plan my days how I want and when I want. Go on a mini trip at a moment’s notice? Sure! I don’t have to inform anybody else. No need to tell my mother I won’t be home for dinner for the next few days. Sounds great in theory, but in practice I’m as much a homebody as ever. The only difference is I can eat dinner when I please.
And why wouldn’t I stay home most of the time? It’s got everything I could possible need to entertain myself. Even my beautiful BMW M2 is parked right outside my window for me to look at from time to time. It’s as close to a car-in-the-living-room-as-an-art-piece as I will get. And because I live two blocks from a mall with absolutely everything else - food, shopping, a movie theatre - why would I think to leave and go on adventures?
But really, I should. What I need is an extended road trip somewhere to nowhere. I haven’t done one of those since way before the start of the pandemic. I’m taking the first week of August off from work, and I probably should take that opportunity to go somewhere. What I shouldn’t do is stay home, no matter how fun - to me - home can be.
Kalbi pho is too luxurious.