SEMESTER TWO

Semester 2 has begun! 3 week down, 13 to go. So so ridiculous that we're over halfway through the year abroad and we only have four months left. Makes all the worrying I did in semester one seem a bit pointless but hey ho, we live and learn. I knew all throughout last year I'd regret the sadness and anxiety and overwhelming desire to go home so I'm not beating myself up about it. Onwards and upwards!

CRAWLING TO THE END OF THE SEMESTER

You know as the numbers get smaller they also get longer? In three weeks time I will be on a plane heading to Newcastle International Airport. Also known as the best airport in the world. But I can't keep thinking about my airport whilst there are still three weeks of this term left to go. 

WHAT I MISS ABOUT BRITAIN

Now feels like the appropriate time to write this - it's two months ish since I got here and left England behind, and it's two months ish until my feet step back onto English soil. Let's reminisce about all the fabby things that aren't here in Spain.

I STILL LIVE IN SPAIN, WEIRD

It's difficult to believe that this isn't just the weirdest holiday I've ever had and I can't shake the feeling that I'll be going home soon. It's only when I remember that the flight home I have booked is in 101 days that I remember I'm here for the long haul. It feels like I've been here forever and yet no time at all, like so much has happened since I last blogged but also nothing interesting or noteworthy.