Bored Out Of My Mind

I've lived in Texas for three months now. Time flies. Besides getting married, these past three months have been the most boring activity-wise of my entire life. I haven't done anything. I haven't gone anywhere. I haven't met anyone.

My life has become a never-ending round of going to work and then coming home to watch hours and hours of TV (and it amazes me that even though we have cable, there is never really anything good on). I very rarely feel enlightened. I very rarely feel excited. I very rarely have a good laugh. I haven't even found a good book to read in all this time...at least in the past, that was some kind of escape.

Even the place that I work fails to inspire any sort of imagination. The walls are white, windows are non-existant, and I spend my days adding up figures from one blood test after another.

For someone who has basically spent the last six years of her life in limbo, coming and going as I please, seeing whatever I wanted, this is pure torture. It's like taking an animal out of the wild and putting them in a 5X5 cage, feeding them only airline snack crackers (even though some snack crackers are quite delicious).

I feel like I'm constantly pacing, looking for a little corner where I can squeeze my ample body out to find something....ANYTHING to do. I spend my free time looking at travel websites, yearning for time and money to actually do the things I wish I could do.

It makes me want to scream.