Sleep, eat, work, sleep, eat, work, sleep, east, friends, sleep, work, sleep, eat, work, friends, eat.
Irregular but regular. That is life. You have this seemingly repeating pattern which keeps on going ans going (ie the purpose of "repeating") with these rare flukes that breaks out. Okay maybe I am going overboard and shit but that is what it feels like. My life is nothing but a series of repeating patterns. Coming back here for the summer is so different. I mean I love it, do NOT get me wrong but after living alone for a long while, with rules I put for myself and with no one to care for BUT myself...coming back here is just so... overwhelming.
It's not like I have a strict set of rules, of course not, my parents understand that I now am an independent and self-sufficient person but they still expect me to do things like taking care of my baby brothers, go shopping and etc. This might seem small and it probably is on a scale from one to ten, but it's just so different from what I have lived for the past six months.
And it's not only my parents either it's just the bus system, the clubs, restaurants. I just came from a place where the clubs close when the people starts to thin out, where the buses may stop early but the taxis are basically free and where the restaurants not only deliver to your house, but also 24/7 (well... some do). Culture differences that's all. I do prefer the Swedish culture... HELLO! yes.. Sweden over Lithuania any day but as I said... Lithuania got somethings right..... I feel like eating kebab... maybe I can convince my baby brother to drive me to Capri...
-Happy and wanting kebab.
