Some days are boring. On other days, it’s nice to be able to sit around and not do anything. Holidays are made for escaping and for traveling, but this one time, I am happy to be at home doing nothing. The entire day has been about sleeping, eating alternately. What was supposed to be a weekend of sun, sand, and surf has been put on hold. My entire month was quite uneventful. And even if I wanted some excitement in my life as a twenty-five-year-old, I am at peace with the average, run-of-the-mill life I’ve been leading. I am ordinary.