Sitting in fresh for a stupid amount of hours with good friends talking of embarrassing moments and hopeless dreams for the future. Catching up, basically. I’m going home to spain tonight, getting to see my dogs for the first time in two weeks and writing my english essay. Everything is so productive nowadays, it’s frightening to know how much work I do recently compared to constantly leaving everything until the last minute. I’m enjoying the lack of stress. 
I hope this attitude and good mood stays, but I know it won’t and so i’m making the most of it right now. 16 days until I go to plymouth - I can’t wait to get away, to see ghurks, to be away from this hectic routine for a while.