Hello friends!
The end of April usually means one thing for the university student: it's time to come home. As much as I love my school and the freedom it gives me, there's nothing like getting a couple of weeks home. There's nothing like coming back to those familiar black doors, eating the hot, spicy Indian food that you had been eating since you were a wee child, and sinking into your Queen-sized bed for a good night's sleep.
Best of all, coming home gives me the time to breathe. Like I said, I love my school but amidst all the hustle-and-bustle of studying for and taking those tricky final exams and partying once they're over, you forget to breathe a little. Especially when you realize you only have just under 2 weeks before you have to head back.
Nothing like chilling by the front lawn and enjoying the fresh afternoon breeze.
My dad bought a house for little birdie but I've yet to see a bird there. Boo.
It's good to be home.
Cheers!
The end of April usually means one thing for the university student: it's time to come home. As much as I love my school and the freedom it gives me, there's nothing like getting a couple of weeks home. There's nothing like coming back to those familiar black doors, eating the hot, spicy Indian food that you had been eating since you were a wee child, and sinking into your Queen-sized bed for a good night's sleep.
Best of all, coming home gives me the time to breathe. Like I said, I love my school but amidst all the hustle-and-bustle of studying for and taking those tricky final exams and partying once they're over, you forget to breathe a little. Especially when you realize you only have just under 2 weeks before you have to head back.
Nothing like chilling by the front lawn and enjoying the fresh afternoon breeze.
My dad bought a house for little birdie but I've yet to see a bird there. Boo.
It's good to be home.
Cheers!
