Home is where the love is at

After gallivanting between France and Holland and being caught up on uni work for once, I decided to take a trip home (my second home with my sister down south) for a couple of weeks – plus I was getting kind of homesick, I’m not ashamed to admit. It’s strange, for the first time in my university lifetime, I’m on schedule for once. My dissertation is almost done (well 8000 words down 2000 to go), and my remaining pieces of work are creeping up on me politely, rather than breaking and entering on my life without any warning.

Yes, I could probably be investing more time and effort in my studies, in order to drive that predicted 2:1 up to a first, but I’m a big believer in balance. I’ve learnt to really appreciate the ebb and flow of life and just dealing with the hand you have been given. Thus, for me that means: work hard, play even harder. Usually, guilt is a good indicator of how much down time you owe your self in between studies.

At the moment, I feel that I have earned a little relaxation period, before it all kicks off in May again. It’s funny I thought that the Easter holidays would be clouded with the ‘dreaded’ dissertation, however thanks to a teeny, tiny bit of organisation, my stress levels feel relatively…normal!