My lifestyle’s in a real mess at the moment. I’m being totally irresponsible… not getting enough sleep and being the annoying roommate that stays up late with the light on, still yet to pick the courses I want to do, in desperate need of a clothes wash, still overdue an appointment to the opticians, out of Extra Thin Ice, missing meals and not eating enough fruit, skipping lectures because they’re recorded anyway, stupid-stupidly unfit through lack of motivation, shirking on emails because I don’t want the reply on my plate…

I guess I’m just so used to having someone nagging me that I’ve forgotten where to even start with these things. This is just… not me… I’m meant to be the one that’s always on top of things.

My next post will be better.

Travel doesn’t bring me any happiness, no matter how serene the fields and sunsets are, how interesting and inspiring the art and architecture I come across, how many delicious local cuisines I get to sample, or how many new things I learn from the museums and cultures on my journeys.

It’s a horrible thing to say, but after all this, I’d still hesitate over a choice to trade in all my experiences over Thanksgiving break for another week and a glossy new iPad. This trip has been stressful and hasn’t relaxed me at all.

My next post will be better.