"June" must mean "Unproductive Month" is some other language

I will miss living in Europe, but if I'm honest I was secretly looking forward to coming back to the states. Our little flat seemed to contract as the weeks went by, pinning me to my desk. The space and comfort of our parents' houses beckoned. I am certainly relaxed and comfortable here. But I have been anything but productive. You have to understand, of course, that I do most of my work at home. But home, whether here in Kearns or at my parents' in South Jordan, is not really home anymore. It's more like vacation. There really isn't an office in which to hide, so I am easily enticed by distractions: ice cream, light conversation, the world cup (which currently polarizes my emotions: I so look forward to certain games, only to feel sick afterward for having wasted 2 hours of my workday), or whatever else seems to pop up.

On top of all this, the one block we had actually set aside for vacation - a 5-day trip to San Diego in memory of my grandpa (whose funeral I missed because of Icelandic volcanoes) - didn't go as well as planned. We went to the county fair, I promptly became sick, and I remained so for the rest of our time there. Even after the initial illness had passed, I just felt helpless at self-motivation. My body wasn't quite right and my intellectual abilities suffered.

Needless to say, I have enjoyed our time here in other ways. But I do sort of look forward to Binghamton and my little library study carrel.