I miss Sundays at home. I miss the days when on a Sunday, the only thing I have to worry myself about is what I’ll wear to church and how long I’ll stay out before I begin to come home. Back then, my major worries were how hot the sun was beating down on us and if I was willing to get into it. Other times, my problem was selecting whose house I was going to spend the day or which hotspot we’d be chilling at as we all waited for the inevitable Monday.
I miss those Sundays. While not a lot of things happened back then, so many things happened as well. Memories were made, not just with friends but also with family as well. I didn’t have to worry about food because it was taken care of. I didn’t have to worry about work and I could easily focus on doing what I had to do. Back then, all I had to do on a Sunday was wake up, go to church, come home, eat. Go out. Eat. Come back home. Eat. Watch movies. Eat.
Sigh… the good old days. Sadly, it’s all in the past now, thanks to this prison called adulthood. Now, I understand why my Mom was always in a hurry to return home those days because she had to rest properly in preparation for Monday’s work. Now, I understand why people rush home under the harsh sunlight, trekking home as if they’re being chased from the church, it’s because they have something just as important to get to at home.
My Sundays now are way different from what they used to be. I no longer have the time to play around as I used to. There was a time when I promised myself to stop working on Sundays, but when I returned to school, I realized that it wouldn’t work for me. Then I promised to work only during Sunday evenings and for a few hours. However, I got into my finals and my plans changed almost immediately. What with the boatload of assignments, tests, and the almighty projects that are draining me both financially and mentally, I can’t even attempt that.
So now, as I count down my days to being a non-student, I’m working my butts off. Every single day of the week is important to me, from Monday and all the way to Sunday. So yeah, on Sundays, when everyone else is rushing to go home, you can count on me to be right there in their midst because there is one thing or the other that I have to do. These days sef, it takes a lot to get me to stay behind for meetings, I have to think and unthink, and I have to do some mental calculations to figure out how these things will affect my carefully planned schedule. If it’s something I can afford, then I stay behind. If not, sorry.
So, you see? I just have so many things to do these days, it’s tiring. I’m not complaining at all, matter of fact, I kind of enjoy it. It still doesn’t change the fact that I miss the way my Sundays used to be carefree and predictable. Now, the only predictable thing about my Sunday is the fact that it has twenty-four hours in it. Although I’m beginning to suspect that’s gonna change soon as well. I’m here sha, we shall see.
