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Day 212: Travel, the Space Where Sundays Don’t Exist

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Most of us live lives of routine, and that routine makes it so we never really forget what day of the week it is. Monday is awful, always; Fridays are a write-off; the weekends… we live for the weekends. And Sunday, well, it can be hit or miss. I used to live in a world of routine where Sunday was lost because I was constantly dreading Monday and the return to work.

I found that it didn’t really matter what job I had, I always hated going back on Monday. Nowadays, I’m lucky in that I don’t mind Mondays because I work from home and on my own terms, but Sundays still suck because it is a day that I would love to spend with Pat and yet feel it getting eaten away by his Sunday evening basketball and other family events.

I dream of travel… the type of travel that doesn’t come with an itinerary. You know the kind where everyday is whatever you make of it. There are no Mondays, there are no weekends and there sure as heck are no Sundays.

What day is it? Unfortunately, right now, it’s Sunday.

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5 Responses to Day 212: Travel, the Space Where Sundays Don’t Exist

  1. Richard August 1, 2011 at 12:07 am #

    This really struck a note. I really used to hate Sundays growing up. They were this horrible, eventless dreamtime where you couldn’t do anything because everyone in my family wanted to stay indoors and watch television, and the world outside would generally fall asleep for the day.

    Even now, I still associate Sundays with lethargy and the memory of what Monday used to have to mean.

    When traveling, I love that experience in the first few day, where you find yourself losing track of time and shortening your expectations and your concerns to what you are doing today, and where you will be tomorrow (or where you will be sleeping tonight). It gives life a rich immediacy where every day has energy and no day is a Sunday.

    Except for today. Today feels very Sunday-esque (hurl).

  2. Anna August 1, 2011 at 1:27 am #

    One of my favourite parts of travel is losing all sense of time, especially when you try really hard to remember what day of the week it is, fail miserably and then think “F it, who cares?! this is the life” 🙂

  3. Nomadic Samuel August 1, 2011 at 7:30 am #

    Not knowing what day it is truly is one of the joys of travel. I also love that on a typical travel day the alarm clock can be put away as well.

  4. Deidre August 2, 2011 at 9:16 am #

    Just last year I used to cry every sunday because I hated my job so so so SO much. But now, I don’t mind them so much. I mean, it’s just another day right? Might as well enjoy the present moment instead of worrying about Mondays or longing for Saturdays.

    Maybe that’s all the yoga talking!

  5. Lois August 3, 2011 at 6:26 pm #

    I absolutely know what you mean. When you travel, you just lose track of days. There’s no point keeping track of the days, it just goes by so fast. First we were just starting our 6 month epic backpacking trip and all too suddenly, it was time to go home. Oh well, it’s just a travel pause anyway..

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