I have just realized what is the meaning of routine. And, I have just discovered that I had never suffered of “routine” before. I thought that going to University everyday, seeing more or less the same teachers and classmates was a routine but actually it was not. Every day was kind of different. You never run across exactly the same people. Every class was different. Every day was different from each other. Maybe slightly but different. You could never know what to expect.
How I realized this? Easy. I do have a routine now. 6.21 alarm clock. Wake up trying not to make any noise. Bathroom and breakfast. Meeting the people driving me to Vigo. Arrive in Vigo. Walk to work. There is this high school guy who is everyday leaving his house going to school, and he smiles to me. Like we know each other already. Arrive to the building where all the offices are. The building its opening and sounds everyday the same music. The cleaning lady is cleaning the same stairs. And there is this other lady opening her store. Climb up the stairs, open the academy. Turn on the heater. Print everything I need for my classes. Go for a coffee before class. The guy already knows how I drink coffee everyday. Smiles to me, and makes the same comment. First class, chinese student. second class Polish student. Talk to boss. Go to that place where my dad picks me up with his ambulance to go home for lunch.
Everyday is the same. And I kind of live a constant deja vu. What impresses me the most is seeing those faces everyday, those faces that already know you, despite the fact you have never talked to them.
I knew this was going to happen eventually. And I expected to hate it. Routine. Monotony. Maybe it is just because I have been on this routine for too short but I kind of like it. Well, at least I think it is funny. And I know its ending in December (my contract expires…). Its kind of comfy knowing what to expect of everyday. It makes me feel secure somehow. Plus, it is stressful enough to be doing all this application to U.S Universities anyway.
I keep enjoying weekends. Tomorrow we’re going to the mountain for a little bit of hiking and walnut and mushroom picking again. I am excited.