Coming home in 3 days. I always knew I’d feel like crap about now, but man - do I. I think travelling changes you, maybe. I’m not sure I want to go back to an office job, doing the same mundane crap day in and day out. I know the last 5 months have pretty much been the most exciting and happiest months of my life, and the thought of not being able to just get up and grab a train or bus to anywhere on a whim really makes me feel quite suffocated. Meh. At least I’m looking forward to my first paycheck, whether I’ll be working in an office or not.
I am utterly skint.