plain white pasta

I am thinking about posting here again, but am unsure what to post about.
My life is boring these days. All week long I read, think, attempt to write and complain about reading, thinking and failing at writing. On the weekends I visit Eric and feel stressed because I should really be reading, thinking and attempting to write. I miss the excitement of traveling, and meeting new people, and seeing, feeling, hearing exciting new things. Things in the world, not ideas. How is it that I'm living in one of the most beautiful places in Canada (at least according to the locals who rarely see a reason to leave the island) but not experiencing it. Is an M.A. in philosophy worth this? Is an MA in philosophy worth anything? I had such high hopes and expectations about what I would get out of this, and how satisfying it would be. I thought because I like theory so much I would like to do it 24/7. I was wrong. I should have known better. Who likes doing anything 24/7? If variety is the spice of life, I have been eating plain white pasta for the last 8 months.
On an optimistic note, my courses should be finished next week. And I am about to experience my very first summer in a city!