The day of dejavù

It's October and I'm done with my master studies. Working as an intern in one insurance company in Milan. Therefore every morning I wake up early to start my long journey to Milan... And every morning there's something interesting on my way... this morning was full of dejavù - met the people I have met yesterday, saw the same dogs playing with a ball in the park - all is the same like yesterday.
Does that mean I'm INside the normal everyday life?