What defines a good weekend?
Obviously it’s individual but I wish I at least had the answer to myself. A pattern I’ve noticed is that I want lots of opportunities of doing things, but still not things that has to be done, unless they are really fun. I also want to accomplish things at the same time as being able to relax. So my definition of a good weekend might seem impossible to achieve, but somehow I feel like I do anyway, every week.
But to start the weekend with big cup of tea and some breakfast in the bed infront of the tv is definitely a safe start.
I felt like I had such a good day yesterday without really feel like I achieved a lot. After breakfast and some studying I went to town to look for a bike but I ended up doing a lot except from looking at bikes. I strolled around looking at the spring signs I went to heaps of second hand stores and finally ending up eating lunch at 5 o’clock not knowing it was so late. After “lunch” I got myself a coffe and a free cinnamon roll (since the lady in the restaurant was so kind giving it away) and sat down in front of a lake relaxing. Just after I took this photo my battery ran out and I was left with a dead phone for a while ( it takes forever to charge with the power bank). That was probably the best thing that happened that day, I got the chance to sit and just really enjoy the moment. I had my cinnamon roll in my right hand and my coffe in my left, I heard the birds singing in the background and I inspected the surrounding buildings and people walking past. That I call life quality!
It was the time to go to Fanny’s and Marcus’ place where we cooked dinner and watched a movie.