So I don't think I'm getting tested before I leave for Christmas. Lovely, that. Tests have to be prioritised for those with vulnerable parents though, I do get that. So on that note, three weeks to going home on December 4th, which I had planned for a while but ironically is now an absolute due to the govt as if I predicted it.
later on Tuesday I started giving a lot of thought to living arrangements for 2nd year. The only coursemates I talk to have plans, and I don't know anyone from my societies or indeed anybody else, and I don't really know where that leaves me. Because I live close, I am tempted to move back home and commute, but I know I'll miss out on a lot that way, and around the point of realising this together I went outside and thought I was going to cry because I just felt like a complete idiot. I'm ok now but if anyone has any suggestions for what I could do let me know pls
I won't lie, these next three weeks can't go fast enough. It's not that I'm not enjoying, but damn I need a break right about now, and after two months away I'd like to go back home again. On that note though, coming back is a big question mark at present. I won't be back until late January at the earliest, but I'm not entirely sure pertaining my plans from then on. It's not that I don't enjoy being here. I do. I have wonderful flatmates and I'm quite comfortable. But I would be happier at home, I know that. So what to do? Come back or stay? No clue.
Right, I'm going again now. How's life, guys? Any way decent? I'm starting to get a feeling that some not-covid thing has spread around the flat because I and the other two guys both feel bloody awful intermittently but with none of the three covid symptoms. Let's hope we don't develop any.