Hello, hi, what's up, blah blah blah. I am bored. And I mean, who isn't right now? The whole world collectively is bored. Or at least 50% bored, the other 50 anxious, worried and annoyed. Two, nearly three months ago I moved all the way to the UK to start my masters degree in journalism. And it was one of the biggest and most nerve-wracking decisions I have ever made in my short twenty something life so far. Coming here, I was both apprehensive and excited. Worried about being able to adapt, studying again, living alone for the first time, and all those versions. And excited about finally coming to the UK after dreaming about it for so long, nearly 10 years! (how old am I omg). Two month in here I am stuck in a small room, classes are cancelled, deadlines extended and no way to leave the house or do any 'outside' activities for the foreseeable future. Which pretty much means no motivation to leave my bed, and going crazy having nothing to do wh...
The quite random, in-cohesive thoughts and theories of a rambling girl, who's still learning how to adult.