Friday afternoon

I’m home on a Friday afternoon. It feels strange. My head tells me to clean my room and kitchen. My heart tells me to click away at the keys. It has been too long since I’ve written. Most of the things I love to do have been neglected: reading books, writing letters, talking to friends, watching the sky change. I haven’t found time for myself. My education degree took them along with my energy.
Now it’s done. I sit and wait for my licence and for the phone to ring. In the meantime I’m organizing pictures from my trip home during the holidays and relearning to write.