The last time I took in a soccer game in Kosovo, we climbed to the roof of a four story building under construction, taking care to not knock over any metal support posts (and hoping the hundreds of other people didn't knock over any either). So, sitting on this hillside was markedly safer. But, really what I remember most about this day was how nice it was to have a car and to be able to drive wherever. Windows down. Volume up. Escaping the city for the first time in forever and seeing all the trees in bloom. (Accidentally almost driving into Serbia...) And then somehow finding this village all on our own and their grand attraction: this spectacular field at the foot of this steep hillside. Literally, an oasis of lush greenery appeared at the end of a dusty 1 km walk from the center of town. And for the grand price of free ninety-nine, we had the best seats for a soccer game we could ever expect to hope for.
It's taken some time. But, I've realized that I'm pretty lucky to be where I am. And if you're not feeling great about where you are, just try doing something different. Break up the routine a little. It'll make more of a difference than you expect.