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My Routine Rocks!!



 I have always liked my routine life. When we get bored of our busy lives we want a change of routine. We then take a break or a vacation. However, I am one such person who likes to return to my routine life faster than most other people.

I enjoy one day local trips more than the long vacations. Here's my thing, I want a break but not long enough to get homesick. I would rather go on a two day getaway and be back before I miss anything of my routine city life. The ostensible paradox of my life is people go for a vacation to get a break from routine life and I cut short my vacays to return back to my routine life.

I feel threatened by the silence of rural life. I am not saying that the urban noise and pollution soothes my soul. But I like the routineness of life, the stability it brings to my life, the familiarity, the organised knowingness of all things. Also because I am very bad at surprises, rather I dont much appreciate any kind of surprises, good or bad. I like to constantly be in the phase of knowing. Not knowing phase gives me jitters.

I mentioned the ostensible paradox of my life because on one hand I like to be spontaneous. I like to make plans out of the blue, at the eleventh hour and just go for it. Only to return back to routine in two days, not more than that. Ofcourse I have been on longer vacations but I dont enjoy them as much as I enjoy the really short ones.

The beauty of short vacays also lies in the fact that I can enjoy them more often. We can make weekend getaway plans and be back before anyone knows we were missing in action. It seems more like a millenial thing but I guess we all are slowly and gradually becoming a prey to this FOMO (fear of missing out) thing. 

The only relief I get from returning back in a jiffy is I dont have to take a broom in my hand immediately after a relaxing holiday. In such short period the dust also refuses to settle on my furniture.

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