The past three months have breezed by. Friends have come and gone. New experiences have left their indelible imprints on my life. I am 'home' now, rising early due to jet-lag but still somewhat lost...wondering how the past 7 years have been such a blur. Lacking a sense of direction and purpose. The same scared little boy inside is wondering where all that time went...and more importantly - where home really is. I don't think I could bear to leave a place I've spent nearly a third of my life in for somewhere that feels increasingly foreign each time I visit.
The mood at Christmas is always a little strange and it makes you nostalgic for times past, but I'm currently staring into the abyss of the future wondering what on earth I ought to do. The head must rule the heart...a difficult dictum to live by.
With the looming spectre of finals on the horizon I think I'm going to beat the living daylights out of these frustrations with a good round in the squash court...
I hope the standard of writing in this blog hasn't become too pedestrian...for my own tastes and those who stumble across it and wonder why on earth I'd have an obscure diary-conversation with myself on the internet.
