When people ask me what I actually do, I usually respond with the fact I like to stay in my room. This challenge has made me realise how busy I sometimes get, so that’s quite nice.
Day Six: I love walking outdoors. Being from the city, there’s never enough green around here. Mainly concrete. Just a simple walk with Chris and Ziggy around Coombe Abbey. It left me feeling quiet and reflective, anxious and wondering. Followed by pizza and bowling with Matt and Angie. Absolutely lovely to see them.
Day 7: The sun was blazing down on Friday. Probably a bit of an exaggeration. But I honestly felt like it was sunny especially for me. In 2011, I spent the first two weeks of university crying. I didn’t want to be there, it’s not what I wanted to do. On Friday, I handed in my third year research project. My dissertation is finished and submitted. Good or bad result to come, I never have to look at it again. This week, I start writing my last ever academic essay. Day 7 is not a testament to the future. Day 7 is a testament to how far I have come.
Day 8: As we’ve all gotten older, my family and I don’t spend as much time together as we used to. Today is my mom’s birthday and we actually managed a family outing. We went to see ‘Noah’ this morning, pretty good despite the criticism it’s recieved. Pretty full on for a 12a. Being home also means my Dad is cooking Sunday dinner. No one makes mash like my Dad.