Creative Free Writing: Winter Break
My winter break started off with a kick. I skipped the last day of school to fly to the city where I like to call home -- Tokyo. The city hasn’t changed a bit and the same goes with the people. My primary goal when I visit Tokyo is to see my friends whom I grew up with. We would hang out like we used to and catch up on each others lives. It’s nice to think that the people I care about have been active and doing things that they are keen about.
After a rather nostalgic trip back to Tokyo, I’m back in the cold, snowy land of Hokkaido. I wake up every morning, feeling warmth coursing through my body as I cover myself in soft blankets. The morning -- more like the afternoon -- feels refreshing. Not having to wake up so early was one thing, but having to step away from the stress from school was another.
Looking over to my left is my desk. On top was a bedraggled pile of textbooks and homework I’ve neglected since the first day of winter break. “I’ll do it later”. I say, like any other procrastinator would say. Though I'd like to say I had a deliberate plan on getting things done -- just not yet. I walk down to breakfast like any other day, and my mom makes me a plate of the best bacon and eggs. After breakfast, I simply brush my teeth and open my computer. I guess you could say that that was my routine on a regular day. I tell myself that I could just use a few more days just to be lazy and relax, to not worry about the assignments that I have yet to do. Maybe it was the snow, or just my lack of motivation. I hate the cold. Going outside was my last option, if I had any.
It was not until the last week of break have I got myself to do my work. I was suddenly motivated -- motivated from the sudden realization that I had a week to get things done. I was stuck in a routine that wasn’t necessarily supposed to come out as a routine. I guarantee, I looked haggard and completely out of control. I was addled and I didn't know where the time had gone. I felt like bawling, but of course that wouldn't change anything. I begrudged anyone who had finished their homework, spending their last week of break stress free.
After a rather nostalgic trip back to Tokyo, I’m back in the cold, snowy land of Hokkaido. I wake up every morning, feeling warmth coursing through my body as I cover myself in soft blankets. The morning -- more like the afternoon -- feels refreshing. Not having to wake up so early was one thing, but having to step away from the stress from school was another.
Looking over to my left is my desk. On top was a bedraggled pile of textbooks and homework I’ve neglected since the first day of winter break. “I’ll do it later”. I say, like any other procrastinator would say. Though I'd like to say I had a deliberate plan on getting things done -- just not yet. I walk down to breakfast like any other day, and my mom makes me a plate of the best bacon and eggs. After breakfast, I simply brush my teeth and open my computer. I guess you could say that that was my routine on a regular day. I tell myself that I could just use a few more days just to be lazy and relax, to not worry about the assignments that I have yet to do. Maybe it was the snow, or just my lack of motivation. I hate the cold. Going outside was my last option, if I had any.
It was not until the last week of break have I got myself to do my work. I was suddenly motivated -- motivated from the sudden realization that I had a week to get things done. I was stuck in a routine that wasn’t necessarily supposed to come out as a routine. I guarantee, I looked haggard and completely out of control. I was addled and I didn't know where the time had gone. I felt like bawling, but of course that wouldn't change anything. I begrudged anyone who had finished their homework, spending their last week of break stress free.