12th of August 2016
I get bored easily. That’s no secret. One day I’m loving it, the next I can’t stand it. Or even worse. I was loving it in the morning, I got bored by evening.
Maybe it’s the bad food and insufferable waiter in Neoria. Maybe it’s because I’ve been sitting at the beach too much. Maybe it’s because I love my job. Maybe it’s because they fucking stressed me out with their driving in Chania. Maybe this holiday is too relaxed. I don’t like it relaxed. Maybe it’s because I realised there’s no use in idealising places. The best place to be happy is in your heart.
Either way. My obsession with Greece has come to an end. All of it. I even dare to say I don’t care if my kids won’t be half Greek anymore.