Well, I am back in Sofia. And it takes a depressingly long time to fly from Seattle to Sofia, if you were wondering.  Yesterday the only thing of real merit I did was stumble to the grocery store in a jet-lag induced coma. It felt like a pretty big accomplishment at the time.

However when I opened my fridge this morning, my only thought was: my oh my, what was I thinking?

I have zucchini, green olives, brie, milk, orange juice, onions, hot peppers and yogurt.  Awesome. I don't even know what to do with these things.  I really can't imagine what I was thinking when I bought these yesterday. Sure they are all things that I like but I can't really put a meal together with these.  Needless to say, I'll be back at the grocery store sooner than later.

So I made a pot of coffee and decided to ignore my suitcase.  <!--more-->Reading is so much better than unpacking. Also, it's raining outside. That makes reading curled up on your couch a totally acceptable thing to do when you're recovering from jet lag and enjoying your last day off before school-work commitments pile up.  Only then I finished my book and felt like I had to do something.

But rather than unpack, I decided to rearrange the furniture in my apartment.  This doesn't take too long when you've only got to move a table and chairs, a couch, a reclining chair and a coffee table. Still it feels good. The apartment has a new fresh feel to it. I think it's good to mix things up once in a while.  I also think it's okay to procrastinate.

The thing is a girl can't procrastinate forever, so I decided to take everything out of my suitcase and arrange it on my bed. Then I put my suitcase away.

I wonder: does this mean I am finished unpacking?

I decide that I am not. That declaring I am would be like declaring: mission accomplished (yeah, that's a slight to former president George W. Bush). So I put away my socks <em>and</em> underwear.

Then I realize what I <em>really</em> need to do is write a blog post. Yeah, writing a blog post is so much better than trying to figure out where to put all of my things.  Maybe, I have too many things. Maybe it's the rain. Maybe I am just not done procrastinating. Or maybe I'm brilliant. It's not like I can go to bed until I've moved everything off my bed.

My oh my, it's good to be back.