Hobby time

I need a hobby. A few days ago one of the friends said his hobby is to visit the local bookshops and try to memorise titles and authors. He made me think is there something similar I could try?. I’ve realised I don’t have any real hobbies. Or in fact something just for myself. With the time, I’ve put myself more into this “work hard adult” mode. Except money to pay the bills, I have a feeling I did not get as much as I hoped. Staying home for a whole day is a normal thing for me. I don’t mind it. All the activities are finished even before they start. My mind is desperate for the things which would make me go out and be excited about.

Yesterday I realised I have the same view for the past eight days. Two large banners on the University building just across the street. They’re promoting an exhibition about Jorge Ribeiro de Faria and Bordalo Pinheiro. I have no idea who those two are and what do they present to the city I live in at the moment. 
I kept thinking about it and then it hit me — This can be my hobby. I will follow the sings. I will actually go and learn who they are. I’ll follow the signs and I’ll explore what’s on the banners in the city I live in at the moment.
I’m not sure can I call it a hobby?. In my spare time I follow the signs. Hm… sounds good.