So in between all the projects I had for this semester and writing my graduation paper (I'm in my final year) I haven't had time for pretty much anything. I've been back home for almost 3 months and I still haven't had the chance to meet up with all my friends. Their tiny gifts are laying somewhere, forgotten in some drawer, while my room is crowded by all the books, coffee mugs and empty plates. The only moments I have to myself are in the morning, when I sometimes manage to wake up early enough to enjoy a cup of coffee without drinking half of it in a hurry and throwing the other half at night, when I come back home.
The funny thing is, although it takes up most of my time, all the work for uni is not something I feel like I'm putting enough effort in. Most of my energy goes on daydreaming about the summer, when it will all be over with, when travelling will, again, be my main priority. The plan is to go to Poland at the end of june and then in August or maybe September to London :)
It will be a short summer and actually I'm thinking of taking a year off until I figure out what I want to master in. It's scary how fast time passes and I'm suddenly pressured to figure out what I want to do for the rest of my life...
Anyway, I'm currently laying on the floor, with books to my left, coffee and water to my right, Florence playing in the background and a tiny breeze comes in here and there, reminding me that while for others this lovely weather is a chance to go out and be happy to be alive, for me it's something pretty I get to take a quick look at from my window while I take short breaks from my work.
