Of everything I’ve moaned about recently, one thing I haven’t mentioned, but that is probably right near the top of the list is the lack of holidays in my life.
I haven’t been abroad since 2011 (yeah I know, #firstworldproblems), and only been on one or two significant holidays since then. I know a lot of people have it worse, probably a lot worse, but in years past my average calendar was spotted with not only a holiday or two, but things like our few-day trips to Newquay, visiting the highest peaks in the UK, and Glastonbury. Whereas weeks off from work recently have just been empty, and crap.
Not through lack of trying, and not to become a sob story, but there is just nobody to go with these days.
And I need a holiday to look forward to, badly.
—Unless It's Kicks
Absolute favourite song of right now.
Right now I would genuinely kill to live in the flat again, seriously regretting making the hard decision to move out, despite the benefits.
Looking for flats currently and in comparison, the ones available at a similar price are just awful, empty, dead, and not 1% of character to them.
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. This has been a fucking horrible year thus far,