I remember a time, not too long ago, when I loved Fridays because it meant a night out was quickly approaching as I sat in work. My friends and I had this bar we would go to almost every Friday. It was sort of on routine. We would meet at my place, drink some wine, head out to the bar, come back home and go to bed. Don’t get me wrong: it is all good fun.
These days, I spend my Fridays at work looking forward to the evening for a whole new set of reasons. These days a Friday indicates a nice meal at home with my husband, sharing a bottle of wine, an evening walk and then some time knitting in front of the TV or meeting some friends at the neighboring pub for one drink. Always just one drink, never more. It has it’s beauty, too.
Some weekends I wonder if we are boring. We do not go out and I get exhausted when I attend bars that are too noisy. I have realized with time that I really prefer the peace and calm of visiting friends at their house. Or even better, spending an evening at home drinking tea. I sometimes miss the excitement of the old times, but 99% of the time I could not be happier with where I am currently at: Home, with a cup of tea after a walk in the rain.