At first, as always, I planned thousands of things to do, but when the two weeks of vacation finished, I noticed that I haven’t done practically nothing, I was extremely disappointed with myself because of this, I felt "useless"; But now, as I remember, I realize just how productive it was! I got rest, which is undoubtedly important; I loved being with myself; I have read the books and fanfics that I like best, besides watching movies; I finished my story the way that I wanted it and started another, which came from nowhere, in a lapse of idea; I also developed my writing and had wonderful ideas that, in the near future, I hope to put them on paper. However, I have to admit that Not always a bed of roses, after all I had to go to the dentist countless times (which I sucked because I wanted to be alone at home), as I said before, I haven’t done to much stuffs like I was expecting to do, my vacation was filled with an existential crisis, but I had had so many times that I almost got used to it.

This was my holiday.