I don’t think I have enjoyed the median valley of nothing between the day of Christmas and the new year ever so much. The party cooking and cleaning is done. The leftovers are finished. There are no uninvited guests arriving in Athens to demand my attention. The shops are mostly closed, the traffic is slow, there are few emails in need of immediate response. I can do anything I want with my time now. I can do it all, or nothing at all. Maybe it is because I am no longer a rat-girl adolescent. Maybe I am a mature bourgeois woman now, I can appreciate the collective time-off, because I’m not working through it, or travelling by bus through it, or fretting about the February of no-invoice payments coming up through it. I am free to just sit in my room and feel weightiness of calm rest its head on the city.

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