It’s so strange to think I’ve only got 3 weeks left in the country. The reality bolt strikes. Hard. I have to be a fresher all over again, talk about crap to my new housemates. But this time it’s in a different language. And I can’t boast that I’m that confident I’m even going to understand what the dudes are on about. I flunked German this year (though I do have valid reasons if you were prepared to listen to them god damn German tutors!), so in order to come out with a half decent degree I need to absorb as much of the language as possible. Shit.

Recent events in the life of Claire have made me realise that you really cannot predict what might happen in the future. Things you have so strongly believed in for so long often change without warning. But in the same breath, I feel like I’ve changed recently too, unlike in York, where I was fighting change and not coping when it happens, having some me-time back at home has made me a stronger person. I have learned to accept what happens in my life & my friend’s lives and deal with it in the best possible way.

Sorry for being so philosophical, I climbed Scarfell Pike today on about 3 hours sleep the night before so you could say I’m a little sleepy!

Positive Ending Note: Stereophonics on Friday!

Bis Spater (I’m practising!)