The fun I had when I was told that I would be visiting my granny. Or, a sudden picnic plan on a sunny sunday. Sitting at the dining table and playing cards. Or, watching a movie or a sitcom together, in the living area. Putting on my walkman and lying on the bed and browsing magazine or something. (internet made magazines obsolete and I really didn't like it for a long time.)
The small things I had left behind and I really can't say when. I guess, it started happening when these things became optional. Prioritizing work first, visits first, the need to stick to routine to not miss out on deadlines. The same monotony. Strangely, there was no one big moment to tell me I slowly doing away with it. Nothing to look forward to, except the crowd noise and the race.