“Did you go to anything at the Writers Festival”?
“Any plans for the Film Festival?”
“You’ve been to Vivid?”
“You been up to ANYTHING lately?”.
– “No, not really, though I did go to TEDx the other week”.
A mate and I met up for drinks at the Norfolk Hotel tonight. We haven’t seen each other for a couple of months, and while he had been to Burma for the elections and had travelled a bit with his work, I very quickly realised what a boring homebody I’ve become over the last few months.
Interestingly enough, part of the reason why I’ve maintained this blog is to help keep my life interesting and active. It’s a diary of my life, and a reminder life is short, and I should make the most of it. And when you come to maintain the blog, and realise you have nothing much to write about – as has been the case lately – you soon realise it’s time to get out and about and do SOMETHING.
Things I would normally love to do at this time of the year, like go to the Writers Festival, the Film Festival and Vivid seem to have fallen off my radar lately. I haven’t been to a play in quite some time. I haven’t been to an exhibition lately. I haven’t gone out for dinner nearly as much as I used to.
On the positive side of things, I’ve been cooking and baking and doing all of those wonderful home things I’ve neglected for a long time. I’ve also been enjoying some great films and some quality television (I’ve hardly been watching live to air television, preferring to pick up good things when I have the time).
But it doesn’t get away from the fact that I’ve become a bit of a stay-at-home nigel-no-friends lately.