Routine no go

From what is often a 4-6 step long nighttime skin care routine to none at the moment, I sometimes wonder if there's any reason or even any advantage to all this baggage towards the end of the day.
Not that it's excruciating or even annoying, on the contrary it's sometimes relaxing, often times mechanical and rarely skipped on, however since my arrival back to homeland the past few weeks this routine has seen itself reduced to a bare 2 step routine wherein I just wash my face and moisturise, as opposed to cleansing, washing, toning, face mask, massage, moisturising, application of eye creams etc.

The reasons are simple of course. I feel lazy to do anything here and that's why this blog post. I've always taken skin care seriously but ever since I've been here I let myself slack off and let my skin just be.

But wait why am I talking about any of this?
Because what feels like a baggage here is something I'm evangelical about when the places are switched.
How odd!
Perhaps that routine is symbolic denoting the end of the day, whereas here I'm on a long holiday and symbols mean little.
Perhaps that I begin living out of a suitcase is the reason necessitating this sudden attack of vanity minimalism, or could be that here I rebel against anything remotely routine that is indicative of my time table life; a life that is my real one, for these are momentary distractions, detours, speed breakers that will slowly, surely put me back on national highway everyday existence by the end of this week.

Sighs.