Timing Is Everything

Exhibit A: Packing. My house is currently a disaster area - I move my stuff into storage on 11 September, so I'm trying to walk the fine line between getting everything into crates so I don't have to freak out and spend two straight days doing nothing but packing on the 9th and 10th. But of course, given that I have to live in the house for four days after, I don't want to pack up everything and then live in a weirdly empty house for longer than I already have to. So, timing.

Exhibit B: Travel. I think it's no surprise to anyone that timing is important in travel, but. I'm trying to figure out at the moment how long I might think I want to stay in Barcelona, how long I might want to say on the Iberian peninsula before heading to Berlin to see Clara and any other exchangers in the area. For that matter, how long to stay in Berlin before heading either to Copenhagen or back to London. Right now I have no idea how long I want to stay... anywhere, really. The most I can say for sure is that, from November 24th to December 6, I will be learning how to surf in Florianópolis. Other than that, I can't really say.

Exhibit C: Friends. I miss Jules. I miss Emily and Isaiah and Paulinha and Alp. I miss Hannah and Eva and Cookie and Lucy and Pinks. I miss Maud (who I just heard from today!) and Amanda and Karina and Semra and Rê. I miss all sorts of people in all sorts of places, but not really enough to stay put in one place long enough to let people come to me. Dunno what that says about me, but I guess I just do friendships well long-distance? God only knows. This is my choice, as I'm well aware, this year off, so I can't actually complain. At least not without being kind of a douchebag.

All in all I'm ready to get back to the UK, even if it's not to go back to St. Andrews for the first time in four years. (Though I guess technically I will be going back to St. Andrews, just not to go to classes and stuff. BUT STILL.) Not to mention: SPAIN. I'm amused just thinking about my future attempts at stupid, broken Spanish that I know will come out as some weird Spanish-Portuguese-English hybrid. Oh, future self. Please to not embarrass yourself too horribly, kthx.

But seriously, how long do I want to stay in Barcelona? Gah.

Also I am now 23. I'm okay with this. I guess it could be worse.