I’m so excited to go to plymouth now. Casually spent half an hour looking at things to do and I’m going to drag ghurks around all the pretty buildings and museums and exhibitions, to the clay art workshop and ice skating, to the aquarium and the lighthouse, the ferris wheel and the beaches. Go for walks down the national trails and hopefully rent out bicycles to cycle down all the pretty tracks they have, through the woods and what not. I just really can’t wait to get away from this for a week and be with my favourite person, in my favourite country.
It’s going to be wonderful.
(and i get to have my first nandos ever, we’re making mexican food and she’s even going to make me parmesan shickon so it will be great.)
I think I pay a cruel price for the life I dream to live and the clouds above us are our conscience sorted in motions, to awaken our mistakes and the truths of our lives to our eyes.