Same chair, same breakfast, same fleece
In search of routine (5 good things #4)
A few weeks ago, I introduced one of these newsletters by telling you that I was in Northampton, that it was a Friday morning and that I was eating toast and marmalade and drinking lukewarm coffee. And today I’m writing to you with an almost identical set up, from the exact same spot at my parents’ dining room table.
That’s the thing about sending out weekly(ish) mail. You realise how often you do the same thing, how rarely you have something completely new to say, how boring you are, honestly. My life is pretty unstructured compared to lots of people’s yet, when it comes to the daily details, I’m absolutely a creature of habit. Or maybe that’s exactly why - seeking out a bit of routine amongst the chaos. Same chair, same breakfast, same fleece.
Routine is something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. I’m 18 months into my nomadic period now. I kept a tally of how many beds I slept in last year and the end result was 82. That’s roughly one every 4-5 nights. So many Travelodges.
It fel…